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my name is august auggie is a cute nickname but august will always stick to my fingers and clothes (it’s sexier to whisper when he’s ********** me) i am kind and gentle is it possible to be too gentle? yes it is because why else do they leave? why else did he leave? (i am a pomegranate they think too much to work and unpeel. they cannot handle the juice stains that come with the fruit, that’s why they buy the already prepared ones from the store.) im too gentle where i find security and give love in holding his hand, he feels cold handcuffs rusting around his wrist when i’m done holding him there are claw marks and blood dripping down from harshly teared skin are my fingers razors, sharp like the blades i hold to my own wrist? i am kind, i am too kind that i choke the others around me honey dripped words i force down their throat, too layered and thick for them to handle while i smile at them stupidly not knowing i am the criminal i try to be soft, i try to be kind, i try to be gentle but i think the causing problem is that they forget i like to be called auggie although my name is not august. it never was.
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
August Used to Pick Flowers with Vines that would Choke Her While Her Friends Looked Obliviously
my name is august auggie is a cute nickname but august will always stick to my fingers and clothes (it’s sexier to whisper when he’s ********** me) i am kind and gentle is it possible to be too gentle? yes it is because why else do they leave? why else did he leave? (i am a pomegranate they think too much to work and unpeel. they cannot handle the juice stains that come with the fruit, that’s why they buy the already prepared ones from the store.) im too gentle where i find security and give love in holding his hand, he feels cold handcuffs rusting around his wrist when i’m done holding him there are claw marks and blood dripping down from harshly teared skin are my fingers razors, sharp like the blades i hold to my own wrist? i am kind, i am too kind that i choke the others around me honey dripped words i force down their throat, too layered and thick for them to handle while i smile at them stupidly not knowing i am the criminal i try to be soft, i try to be kind, i try to be gentle but i think the causing problem is that they forget i like to be called auggie although my name is not august. it never was.
how long? (happy Valentines Day loves )
#dog#love#desperatedog#jesusfreak#robbed#freak
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Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 3:02 PM UTC
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