All the knives are stained
With the blood of my dreams.
No one holds the blade tighter.
Sweet Simplicity.
End of Expectancy.
Stillborn children of my heart.
Breathless infants of my soul.
Death to the Dream.
Death to the Dreamer.
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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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