Kiss Me, Kill Me
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MatureComplete Wed, Jun 4, 20251h 40m
~I knew he hated me, to be fair I wasn't the biggest fan of him either. However, he was my best friends girlfriends best friend, so he would always be at group hang outs. I made it clear I had no desire to even speak to him, so why is he cleaning the blood off my face at 3am? Why does he stare at me with those stupid, beautiful, piercing eyes. I hate him. I could just rip him apart.
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