All that's left unspoken.
My decisions. My emotions.
The demons writhing wriggling
And trying to get out.
Diplomacy broken.
My opinions are my minions
And if you cross the lines I've drawn
Prepare to leave with scars.
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The best girls are made with both sugar and spice, a good bit of naughty to go with the nice.
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