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being on my knees begging to be slapped peering up at faceless men and thinking: this is what I want actually, believing this is what I want and I let (asked) you to do all that to me there was some resistance, "I've not done that before." what, slapped someone? deprived someone of oxygen? but you did it anyway, and now you say I've ruined you so now we're both a little more damaged than before. "some moments I fear you are in self-destruct mode. I like it, I hate it." you plead for me to stop this. somehow, I wake up. and somehow, I listen.
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Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 5:10 AM UTC
Youth Is My Only Currency
being on my knees begging to be slapped peering up at faceless men and thinking: this is what I want actually, believing this is what I want and I let (asked) you to do all that to me there was some resistance, "I've not done that before." what, slapped someone? deprived someone of oxygen? but you did it anyway, and now you say I've ruined you so now we're both a little more damaged than before. "some moments I fear you are in self-destruct mode. I like it, I hate it." you plead for me to stop this. somehow, I wake up. and somehow, I listen.
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Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 5:10 AM UTC
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