

For my little giraffe...Do you love to hate or do you hate to love? There's so many questions going on in my head and I can't sort anything out. Someway there has to be something between us...For my little giraffe...
Do you want me to hate you or do you hate me yourself?
I really can't stand all the things you say to me. You're just stubborn and naive, but I like that...
Is there something called love in your world?
The first time we spoke of love you told me that sex is a game and love is to reproduce, but I know that you're just afraid...
Is everything you do more important than me?
Each day you tell me to stay awake long
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Give me a cute asian boy.
Give me a cat suit.
Give me a camera.
Give me some chains.
With all these items I can make the whole world worship me.
How you ask?
Well, give it a try and I'll show you
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my memories to yours.
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she tasted of the most exotic spices, smelled of honey and cinnamon, and fit against him like his most expensive silk robe...
May Luck, Lust, Love, and most importantly Life present themselves to you over the years.
Butterflyblood
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my memories to yours.
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she tasted of the most exotic spices, smelled of honey and cinnamon, and fit against him like his most expensive silk robe...
May Luck, Lust, Love, and most importantly Life present themselves to you over the years.
Butterflyblood
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my memories to yours.
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Uhh yeah. Right
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.My MangaBullet.
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You know, silence can be really loud...
Birds singing, crickets chirping, the wind blowing...
We just call it silence because people aren't talking.
But the world still is..
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