I’ve wanted a better life for quite some time now, for someone to love me and treat me well, I've seen some messed up shit, some things you'd see only in hell, I met this well toned and sexy boy, I’d swear he was Satan's favourite toy, with eyes that could look so kind and caring, turn to jet black fixed on you staring, he works so steadily hands so fast, next thing you know your starting to gasp, fingers wrapped so tightly around your neck whispering how he’ll keep you in check, as he leaves you choking and gasping for air you realise this man does not love you he does not care, you will never feel love and you will never feel joy as long as you keep playing with Satan's toy
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Karla Mindel
Just a girl struggling through the realities of life without letting the struggles get me down. I love poetry and writing poetry. My Instagram is krazymalibu1989 and my Facebook https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100003188823010
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