I lightly placed my warm hands on his cold dead face, he looked even better dead.
I looked at his gorgeous wife, whom i wanted to kill first but he got in my way, so my love for him struck deep into his hwat with a bullet shattering it. I slit her throat her screaming of her seeing her husband was driving me crazy. Soon sirens will sound inches away from here. I pour gasoline over them then over the house and exit as i light a cigarette and watch it burn to the ground as i drive off . If only he stayed with me and left his family.
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love is a bullet
Randomlove seems to get confused at moments of time. LOVE: its the way we see touch and feel. sometimes love gets shot down but also its a bullet waiting to leave its chamber love can be a suspect and also a victim
