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Loneliness is sometimes Tangible. And by tangible I mean, Tangible. Alive! And not just existing but Living. Here right now, touching me, feeling me up, clasping my mouth, with another hand around my waist. So my cries go unheard, and tiredness overwhelms me. I Give In. Loneliness, him? He’s real alright- he’s worse than the monster under the bed- because he is the monster on the bed suffocating me to sleep with him. And despite a long hard struggle, I Give In. I hear him too, laughing in my ear, while his heavy arms wrap me. And he smiles, watching me tear says all will be better ‘there’s nothing more you can do sweets’ half a day passes and I realize he is right, so I do what I can do, I Give In.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Loneliness
Loneliness is sometimes Tangible. And by tangible I mean, Tangible. Alive! And not just existing but Living. Here right now, touching me, feeling me up, clasping my mouth, with another hand around my waist. So my cries go unheard, and tiredness overwhelms me. I Give In. Loneliness, him? He’s real alright- he’s worse than the monster under the bed- because he is the monster on the bed suffocating me to sleep with him. And despite a long hard struggle, I Give In. I hear him too, laughing in my ear, while his heavy arms wrap me. And he smiles, watching me tear says all will be better ‘there’s nothing more you can do sweets’ half a day passes and I realize he is right, so I do what I can do, I Give In.
Loneliness, sad, scared,
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amashi-de-mel
Sri Lanka
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
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