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 Aug 2020
Recreational
pain hits the very soul of me, not knowing how to fall, not knowing how to live, i fear you more now than i did befor.
Your black cloak covers my sight, blinding my every action covering my every move.
How can my pain, my fear, my tears not show.
I am strong, although weakend by your ****** moves.
How do i love one when you show no love, when you show anger, hate and torture.
My soul no longer belongs to me i lost it when you touched me.

— The End —