You are so sweet, my Angel. Hard outside and then just sweet and soft and irresistible. They all know. They think it when they see you. Only let the best ones taste.
And please don't hurt my Spike too much. He means well, but he doesn't think well. Or at all.
Oh, all the girls. A lot of the boys. They see your centre and want to get to it. Break you open with their smiles and wiles and sweet words and bodies and then drink you all up.
He is jealous and concerned. He won't stop. Maybe when he stops caring about me.
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You shouldn't hurt the people you love.
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Love is pain.
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You will learn.
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And please don't hurt my Spike too much. He means well, but he doesn't think well. Or at all.
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It would be a lot easier to not hurt him if he stopped coming after me. Just saying.
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He is jealous and concerned. He won't stop. Maybe when he stops caring about me.
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Spike won't stop caring about you.
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Don't tell him I said that.
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You are tired of me, but we are entangled and you can't ever get away entirely.
All I have for certain is chained to me with blood and pain and you tell me there is more to life and love?
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And then he'll probably blame me for it.
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I am going to see your boy with all the rules about heads.
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