Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun......
I want to write something creative. Slit my aching heart and let it bleed all over the page. I want it splattered and stained with all my teenage angst. I want the edges burned and charred black with my fury. I want it to lie in a dark corner of a candle lit room, crumbled and discarded. Left to sit, a monument to failure, to love, to complete and uttery misery. Twilight reveals raw emotion but the world will never know. The ace of spades is only beaten by the queen of hearts........but she can't read my poker face.
Can't read my poker face.
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You pretty much always say something creative or deep.
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