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heaven help me Heaven save me from me I've been losing my religion Headed for collision without you heaven help me Can you save me from me I've been losing my religion Headed for collision without you You gotta do it for yourself No one else can fall to save ya Black and blue they'll cover you The motherfucker must be a mermaid, I felt my cock pressing against the zipper along with the urge to get up, pick her up over my shoulder and take her to my bed dueling with the cruel desire to hear her voice a little more, her feelings seem to be exposed in every note coming out. The waves crash down Running from the gates of hell All you gotta do is read the signs Love is like a choir of angels' hol

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

Was this heaven? No… that couldn’t be right. Heaven wouldn’t take someone like me. If I wasn’t wanted in the human world, what made me think God would want me? I was nothing—just a pathetic loser with no one left. Suddenly, the vibrant green of the field darkened, turning into an ominous black. The sky above twisted into swirling storm clouds. Then the voices started. “Wake up.” The words echoed in my mind, growing louder with each second. The ground beneath me trembled, my vision blurred, and just as I felt myself slipping away—

'Cuz every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear i can fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last, Need you by my side He feels so happy that why his tears fell down. They dance in the rythm. 'Cuz every time we touch, I feel this static, And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky, Can't you hear my heart beat so, I can't let you go, Want you in my life, 'Cause every time we touch, I get this feeling, And every time we kiss, I swear I could fly, Can't you feel my heart beat fast,

Little liar. He has a beautiful voice? I giggle to myself. I remember it felt good to push him off the mountain, to watch his face. The vodka has made me sloppy, but you should know I'm not a light head. Or maybe I am. Mahone slowly plays the chords. "I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest

Little liar. He has a beautiful voice? I giggle to myself. I remember it felt good to push him off the mountain, to watch his face. The vodka has made me sloppy, but you should know I'm not a light head. Or maybe I am. Mahone slowly plays the chords. "I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest

~ CATHERINE ~ So this is what heaven feels like. That’s my only coherent thought as Cain devours me with pure, unrelenting hunger, his mouth working my pussy like it’s the last taste of life he’ll ever have. I clutch the edge of the counter, but it slips from my grasp. My fingers dive into his hair, tugging, grounding myself in the storm. He growls, and the sound vibrates through me as he laps at my folds, each pass of his tongue setting off shockwaves.

At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...” I took a jerky breath, tied the laces on my boots and scrambled to my feet. And the moment he started the chorus mine and Ollie's eyes met. They were absorbed under the weight of those words that resonated through the apartment... and maybe even my soul. "I know you're the one. My personal taste of heaven. And you know I'm the only one. Your bitter taste of hell. You

“Code.” “Vixen 79XB,” I say, my voice catching against the bass that seeps through the walls. My sweaty hand clamps together. The other guard grins, pushing the door wide. Music crashes over me—pounding drums, sharp synths, and a hundred overlapping voices. “Welcome,” he says, “to Fantasy Hell.”

The flowers are also glowing with different colors but most of them are dark. We are star-struck! We didn’t expect this to happen! We didn’t expect to see these! “Am I dead? This place, it looks like heaven.” Havoc whispered. “You seriously think this looks like heaven, you haven’t been there, idiot.” Tristan joked. I chuckled. “You’re always bad on supporting other people. You know it’s just an expression.” “I’m just spitting some facts. We also don’t know if you’ll reach heaven, Havoc. Your name alone doesn’t stand a chance up there.”