Mind", can't make differences between real and not..., (OFF NOW THAT..., then that...), you are saying lie after lie..., then believing in false stuff. And thinking in positive sides so to scream not much as the other do, but as always you one moment scream you can't stop it... Now putting against me a knife and saying "Go away... give me my daughter... give me her back"..., don't you see the people laugh at you, don't you see it. Look their faces, with so many smiles, but they aren't people, they are from the army, off, off for god sake they are soldiers which have guns. Have killed few people, have taken your daughter and they are many as a number than you and your whole family... Probably this part as an General I must skip it, because it's logical however look it and from this side, nobody will sacrifice so you to be happy... you will die.. O, o, the poor little girl crying in front of the people, she just saw her mother pointing with a knife against the soldiers and now she is killed by one of the soldiers.
You know it__ true.___ven if it is,_ I cried, __hat does it matter? You could sleep with anybody, Wesley. So what if I walk away? So what if I have feelings for you? I was just a screw to you! You would never actually commit to me. You could never commit to anyone, but especially not to Duffy. You don__ even find me attractive.___ullshit,_ he growled, his eyes on my face as he moved closer to me again.He was so close. My back was pressed to the wall, and Wesley stood only inches away. It had only been a week, but it felt like ages since we__ been in this kind of proximity. A shiver ran up my spine as I remembered the way his hands felt on me. The way he__ always made me feel wanted, even if he had called me the Duff. Did he? Did he find me attractive despite the nickname? How? Why?__hen why would you call me that?_ I whispered. __o you know how much it hurts? Every time you call me Duffy, do you know how shitty it makes me feel?__esley looked surprised. __hat?___very time you call me that,_ I said, __ou__e telling me how little you think of me. How ugly I am. God, how can you possibly find me attractive when you put me down all the time._ I hissed the last words through gritted teeth.__ didn__-_ His eyes fell, staring at his shoes for a moment. I could tell he felt guilty. __ianca, I__ sorry._ He looked into my eyes again. __ didn__ mean-_ His hand reached out to touch me.__on__,_ I snapped, shrugging away from him. I slid to the side and stepped away from the wall. I wasn__ going to be cornered. I wasn__ going to let him have the power here. __ust stop, Wesley.__t didn__ matter if some part of him found me attractive. That didn__ change things. I was just another girl he__ slept with. One among many.__ didn__ mean anything to you,_ I told him.__hen why am I here?_ he demanded, turning to face me again. __hy the hell am I here, Bianca?
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You know it__ true.___ven if it is,_ I cried, __hat does it matter? You could sleep with anybody, Wesley. So what if I walk away? So what if I have feelings for you? I was just a screw to you! You would never actually commit to me. You could never commit to anyone, but especially not to Duffy. You don__ even find me attractive.___ullshit,_ he growled, his eyes on my face as he moved closer to me again.He was so close. My back was pressed to the wall, and Wesley stood only inches away. It had only been a week, but it felt like ages since we__ been in this kind of proximity. A shiver ran up my spine as I remembered the way his hands felt on me. The way he__ always made me feel wanted, even if he had called me the Duff. Did he? Did he find me attractive despite the nickname? How? Why?__hen why would you call me that?_ I whispered. __o you know how much it hurts? Every time you call me Duffy, do you know how shitty it makes me feel?__esley looked surprised. __hat?___very time you call me that,_ I said, __ou__e telling me how little you think of me. How ugly I am. God, how can you possibly find me attractive when you put me down all the time._ I hissed the last words through gritted teeth.__ didn__-_ His eyes fell, staring at his shoes for a moment. I could tell he felt guilty. __ianca, I__ sorry._ He looked into my eyes again. __ didn__ mean-_ His hand reached out to touch me.__on__,_ I snapped, shrugging away from him. I slid to the side and stepped away from the wall. I wasn__ going to be cornered. I wasn__ going to let him have the power here. __ust stop, Wesley.__t didn__ matter if some part of him found me attractive. That didn__ change things. I was just another girl he__ slept with. One among many.__ didn__ mean anything to you,_ I told him.__hen why am I here?_ he demanded, turning to face me again. __hy the hell am I here, Bianca?
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