Pricked and prodded till hearts bled.Ravishing pain for the wounded damsel in distress,
surging fumes of rage and spite from the loyal watchdog.
Worries and desperation imprinted on cushioned prisons.
Howls in the dreary night and barks drowned in irony swallowed.
So that ambiguous relationships would last another day.
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βρε δεν είπαμε να κόψεις τα δυσοίωνα??????
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