Sarah had killed her mother, but she had to do it...
*More to come, good? Bad...

She stood there, blood on her hands replaying what...
*Part one of a long story, shall i post more...

I own your heart, You say.
I can do with it what I may...

As I lie on my bed, I wonder..I wonder what kind...
*More to come, I can\'t think of anymore right...

Oh, this teen aged drama..
It's such a fad...

Why do I feel this way
twards this person whom I...

So is this what it feels like...
To be loved...