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Miguel came to my restless mind, as he always did when I slept. Old memories never left me alone.

Without her, I couldn't live.

The only time you've been under me is when I've been inside of you and even then, you're never truly under me. I always remain under you.

_ you were so worried about legal and illegal that you never stopped to think about whether it was right or wrong.

The most influential people you will ever meet were once held together by the encouragement of others.

It is right to write and say what is right at the right time

Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends.__ake sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.

Come here. I told you to go to sleep and you wouldn__ go, so now you__l have to take care of me.

He smiled and captured my hand..... I attempted to pull my hand away. He tightened his grip just a little and kept my hand encased in his. A warmth spread through to me.

And with her hair, so red, she__ caught my eye... My little red riding hood.

People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf.

Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere.

He placed his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. __ust be careful, Red. This isn__ a fairytale. No one will save you, if you decide to see how sharp the wolf__ teeth really are.

Red stepped inside my penthouse with her two friends...__ake sure all the staff knows that they need to spoil those three. Give them whatever they want, champagne, the caviar drizzled in hash oil, anything. Even my own stuff to smoke from the crystal bong I got in Paris to the vape pen done in pearl. They need to be impressed.

Pleasure and pain.That was my Melody.She was my poisonso toxic, when sampled,yet,so sweet...

Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rush up to them, slashing at the smoke with my hands. Do they go away? Never. They turn into familiar faces.

The expression just set me on edge. He had the look of an injured wild animal. I imagined a hungry lion limping in front of me with a bloody paw. No matter how much the beast stumbled or bled, one would have to always remember that the creature could tear the average human body in half.

I__ been just like her, a youngster with something to say, a rebel through street art, leaving my mark on public buildings, to taunt the government and humor the public