By StarGrrl
She thinks of death, Of violence, Of blood. She thrives to hurt, To sacrifice, To kill. She feeds off sorrow, Off malishousness, Off murder. She lives in a world of darkness, Of evil, Of night. She hides herself, Inher world. She is the devilish child. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 04:14 AM PST 0 • 10
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