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They disappear into their hideout, like a ****** VIP section in a strip club that I dare not walk into. No notice, no words, just take what they please. After an hour a single surface for tea, fake smile and a reveal, I see fake truths come with ease. Can I learn to rise above, not let the bile ooze from my mouth and cover her skin melting away those perfect lips. Retreat again. Silence. At once they all emerge. That silence of chats with my girls is gone, now silk anxiety ripples and spreads. They've made decisions, huge decisions that will affect me, us, you and them. They look at me with contempt, I don't deserve this reprieve. Like Sunday again, and we need to go to church, nod, smile and take the gospel, worship, worship, worship or leave.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
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They disappear into their hideout, like a ****** VIP section in a strip club that I dare not walk into. No notice, no words, just take what they please. After an hour a single surface for tea, fake smile and a reveal, I see fake truths come with ease. Can I learn to rise above, not let the bile ooze from my mouth and cover her skin melting away those perfect lips. Retreat again. Silence. At once they all emerge. That silence of chats with my girls is gone, now silk anxiety ripples and spreads. They've made decisions, huge decisions that will affect me, us, you and them. They look at me with contempt, I don't deserve this reprieve. Like Sunday again, and we need to go to church, nod, smile and take the gospel, worship, worship, worship or leave.
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
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