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Five, four, three, two, one. He holds the gun against my head,I close my eyes and bang.I am dead. I know he knows that he’s killing me for mercy...He holds my body in his arms. He didn't mean to do no harm. And he holds me tight 5,4,3,2,1 (Murder Song), by Aurora

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Midnightash

Ashley
19 / Female / Nowhere, United States
Straight / In a Relationship
Member since: Mar 24, 2016
Last online: Mar 01, 2018

Current rating: No rating yet/10 (0 votes cast)

About Me

music=life

Favourite Music

Bvb,falling in reverse, my chemical romance, escape the fate, peirce the veil, sleeping with sirens, etc.

Favourite Films / TV / Books

Supernatural,Lucifer,Charmed,Being Human,Teen Wolf,etc

Education / Occupation

Who I'd Like To Meet

Bradlee Wannemacher and MDE 

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Apr 08 2016, 06:48 PM
From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Apr 08 2016, 06:48 PM

From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

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