He was the devil, his curse was
He was a worshiper, her body his altar
They represented disdain through all who knew them
But she was a drug and He was addicted
Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.
He was the devil, his curse was
He was a worshiper, her body his altar
They represented disdain through all who knew them
But she was a drug and He was addicted
Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.
Finally Unchained 
Very intense 👌
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Thank you hon ❤️💞
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My pleasure
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The last line is so powerful! Love it.
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I was waiting for your comment actually, I am glad you liked it ❤️❤️
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Glad to know that you are safe and were not affected by the train accident. I was worried when I heard about it, especially because you were talking about a festival in one of your recent posts.
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Yes, I posted about the festival in one of my early blog, thank you for the concern, I am safe and secure.
Although the tragedy that occurred was such a devastation 😦
One of my friend lost her family member.
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Wonderful writing yet again.
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Aww ❤ ❤ ❤
I plan to keep this pace up 😉
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“Drip drip, all sinned in their own way.” These lines are actually deep rooted. Hats of to you for being so intricate.
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Thank you, although it seems like reality 🙂
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that is very true for all of man kind
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Alas, yes 😦
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Great post 😁
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Thank you for reading it 🙂
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No problem 😁 check out my blog when you get the chance 🙂
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