lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2015


It's simple, really simple. You touch what's mine, I break your hands. Give me half a chance and you'll see, cause there isn't anything that is more mine than my own blood, flesh and bones made half the same, and I'll die defending it like a crazy mother cat. You touch what's mine and you dare to laugh? I dare you to come out of your hiding, I dare you to face me half a second. What a coward you are. But you know what? I'm a bad bitch holding a grudge, and I have too good of a memory. We'll meet down the lane sometime again, and I'll remember that you didn't ask for forgiveness. You'll never hurt him again.

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