His Psychotic Girlfriend (DISCONTINUED)
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MatureComplete Fri, Jan 27, 20171h 10m
They see me as a weak, shy and petite girl. They always judge me by my apearance. What they don't know that deep inside i'm the definition of death itself, so don't think about messing with me. They tried to take him away from me, and they ended up dead. So you better think twice before you try. Cause when I want revenge I get revenge, and I'll do everything to get what I want. So listen to my words.
Take him from me..
I'll take your life from you..
Hurt him..
I will make you suffer..
Don't even think about messing with me..
Cause i'll make you suffer the consequences..
Let's play hide and seek..
But let's use my rules..
You'll hide and I'll kill..
So? Wanna play my game?
A/N: I'm not really good at descriptions. :D
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