Fading 3-23-05

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By ~*~*~THE & ONLY BABYGURL~*~*~a.k.a THE DIVA •

Your fading away leaving me in hunger for your bright curved shape. I must start again over the new flesh that awaits to feed my hunger for pain. the blood is coming fresh and red. a smile has come across my face the pain so sweet the pain so real....

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March 8, 2006 19:58No Child Is Innocent Once Born

Pain is good in alot of ways, pain makes us aware of how good things were before, but the pain described here sounds like a pain that feels good! Well done!