quinta-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2018

I may be a thief. But not a mad girl who invents things. Think about it. You invented first. You were the one who first call me to get in to your world. You were the one who invented all of this. You can call me thief for stole your dreams. I´m not crazy. I wouldn´t make up things without your help. Now you want to blame me for your own trouble mind.

I may be a witch. That I will accept. I tried to bewitch you and I think I succeded. You were caught in my trap and there is no way out. Accept it. Don´t try to get out. You won´t. You better do nothing now. You are already mine, you just don´t realize it yet. Get comfortable, or not, but you are going nowhere.

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