Search | The Gift Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:39 pm by transparent_shadow She gathered the paints and a canvas too. She sat down and filled her brush with color that she used to create you. But you wouldn't love her as she loved you. She sat down with a knife and her skin as her canvas She carved and created and with precision she delicately stiched and the scar left behind is that of the one who caused her so much pain. she gave her body as a gift "To:Randal From:Michelle" Comments: 0 | Latest topics Who is Online ? In total there is 1 user online :: 0 Registered, 0 Hidden and 1 Guest None Most users ever online was 3 on Sun Nov 04, 2007 6:46 pm Statistics We have 4 registered usersThe newest registered user is ravynedarke Our users have posted a total of 28 messages in 20 subjects |


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