web.

“ you slipped through the cracks in my hands like melting wax ; you fell but got stronger as you went, you had become tangled in her web, like a bee, she will die after stinging you. i am sorry i made you this way. you can’t escape her entangled web.”

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avery.riane

update ion even like this boy no more he did me dirty i dropped him so fasttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!

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