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monster in her bed


theres a monster in her bed but really hes gotten to her head all the words he said the damage is done evil has won but karmas a b*tch she gonna bite him in the heart souless she became for he created the perfect albi she gain enough strenght to put an end blood spattered the paper when the deed was done in oath for this was her revenge black magic was the aim but for her this was a game his mightmare was about to come clueless hes was never knowing he was the target her beauty blinded his games for it put him in a daze she becames his beautiful monster for tonight was gonna be his end match maker for his match was made knife sharper than his albi her sweetness went sour her heart went black she heatless for sure her dark magic was working for sure he screw up his game and now his life is to pay for life ment nothing to her a witches deed cant be undone black magic came with a price but for her; her price was free for the hell she been through there was no going back black was her new gain her rising thrown but she vainished within a blnk of an eye for ghost was her name for she a beautiful nightmare colder than ice she dares you to take a bite for she'll change up on you in the middle of the night
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