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Vamp 30 "no real title yet"Lindsey, whispered Aden, Can we go somewhere else? She looked up from her trance. Aden was sweating and a hue of pain seemed to be pulsating in his body. Lindsey immediately jumped. Whats wrong? she asked alarmed. Im just not too good with the sun. He slowly got up with a wobble. It was so strange to even see him act so imperfectly. Lindsey threw her jacket over his head. Thanks, but this wont do for too much longer, he said as he searched around for a place to hide. He almost seemed to run like an escaping conviVamp 30 "no real title yet"


Vamp 29"no real title yet"Lindsey then felt her senses over load again. It was that same monstrous thirst. From her frenzied touching of Aden, her fingers were covered by fresh blood. Before she could hide her actions Lindsey sucked on her fingers.Vamp 29"no real title yet"
The taste was unparalleled. It tasted like a fine old ripen wine to a thirsty connoisseur deprived of his pleases far too long. She wanted every drop of it off her fingers. Licking dry every drop. Lost in her own lusting hell, she felt Adens hand ruffle her hair. Broken from her desires, she embarrassedly turned away with a frustrated glare.
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Just how I feel How painful can a memory be. I walked by a street, I had to run by. I could hear the voices of the past echo out of torn concrete. As if a seam was broken of Pandoras Box, torrents of memories cascaded into my mind.Just how I feel
How pathetic I must say, to still feel like this. Im constantly in conflict with myself now. I no longer feel the longing for you as much, which feels like my only hope of freedom. But now everything is a gnawing reminder of what I once felt. Each is a little moth gnawing at my strings trying to break me.  


To Whom It May ConcernTo Whom This May ConcernTo Whom It May Concern
I cant quite say when or how this whole lovely mess started. Was it the first time you said a kind word? Or was it when you first insulted me? I cant say when everything changed, but I loved it.
So dear, when I write this, this ode is nothing but pure emotion in a formal constraint of pen and pencil. The irony of all irony I write my good bye to you the first way we really said hello. So dear, are you going to throw away this letter because you cant handle what it has to say? I can only implore you not to turn away for this is how I can show you me. So


To Her PerspectiveTo Her PerspectiveTo Her Perspective
She loves the way he hates her The way he dodges all her stares
She loves the way he doesnt say her name And the way he doesnt care She loves it when he turns away As she gazes from behind She bets hes never even seen her face But it doesnt make her cry
Everyday he hides behind the truth hes holding, that Everyday she looks at him he secretly smiles back And also when he goes and dodges all of her stares Its really because he wants to show her
That he really cares
He always turns aro
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