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you’ll never feel the bite of pain that tears the skin from bone nor the aching loneliness that scares the heart from home the absoluteness that leaves a hole where nothing is able to hide while driven by the loathing birthing a life to the love inside no matter what the circumstance you can’t negate the absolute horror of wanting what is begged for there is no returning the honor I’ll whip my self unmercifully until the end of a perfect day even while you subjugate me my scars upon myself just say how much you intended to deny me all twisted parts upon me are a whole crisscrossed upon my body are the marks that give you access to my soul
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
self flagellation
you’ll never feel the bite of pain that tears the skin from bone nor the aching loneliness that scares the heart from home the absoluteness that leaves a hole where nothing is able to hide while driven by the loathing birthing a life to the love inside no matter what the circumstance you can’t negate the absolute horror of wanting what is begged for there is no returning the honor I’ll whip my self unmercifully until the end of a perfect day even while you subjugate me my scars upon myself just say how much you intended to deny me all twisted parts upon me are a whole crisscrossed upon my body are the marks that give you access to my soul
an oldie ;-)
helen
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Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 7:05 AM UTC
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