Its my way or the highway, as you scream at me to leave.
The paper cuts hurt worse then any hateful and true words that you
have said.
You should have know am not the type of girl to be pushed around, just because i cry easy and wear my heart on my sleaf.
Momas know there babys, i should have heed her warning
when she said you dont take easy to treats.
So i made none, just watched and waited for that perfect moment
when your beast from below came alive.
I know it was the last cookie in the jar that you been hidding for so long. When i put my hand in the jar you saw me, not scared a shoved it in my mouth, as you horns started to asend.
Hateful words are flowing like projectile vomite.
I was still chewing injoy every moment of, it tasted so good!
Your blood turned black as cole, i saw it in you eyes.
all i remember was layn on your bed, seeing snow flurys as the pressure and blood was filling my skull.
I will release you from my hold when you say you will leave.
All his weight on my body like a beached wheal, its very hard to scream! How dare you take my cookie how dare you, he wined with gritting teeth. I was druling cookies now because it was getting to hard to swallow. Am not going no where man till you hear me out.
Dodging punches and spittle, i told him i will not be treated like secound best.
I should have been treat like that special cookie, saved and not eaten.
So what i ate you cookie, how can you slap me down to that. You put your hand on me, and as i left i told him i would be more of a man then he could ever be.
I guess the point of the story is, cookies are anenatomite object and dont have a soul nore feel pain, so if you really want to see how a man really is destroy his cookie!~

Beautifully written,vivid in detail and incredibly enjoyable out of 5

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, mr.johnnydeville

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