I look down at you, you seem to be replaying the day we met in your head, again.
But that's ok, I don't mind, I do that sometimes too.
It's laughable to think that a murderer and psychopath like me could've landed an angel like you.
But the day you let me in, was the day our lives changed, and I will forever be grateful.
Why don't we go re-visit those memories together, once again?
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My Soft Psycho
FanfictionThere is a type of fish, called a Betta fish. They are small and come in different colors, wonderful to keep as beginner pets for small children who want to experience what it is like to have a pet. But the catch is you need to keep them separated...
