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Don't you worry for me. I'm alive. Words pour out of me like the rivers of thrill that gushed from deep within me and rushed away in silent screaming, in-between the glorious thighs you missed out on. Maybe I was only ever there to prepare you for her. Maybe I hung by a thread so you don't hang your head. Don't you feel sorry for me. I survived. With my heart in my hands at the gates of a shrine I swore to never forget how your face lit when you said that I was your favourite hypocrite.
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 6:22 PM UTC
to the journeys end
Don't you worry for me. I'm alive. Words pour out of me like the rivers of thrill that gushed from deep within me and rushed away in silent screaming, in-between the glorious thighs you missed out on. Maybe I was only ever there to prepare you for her. Maybe I hung by a thread so you don't hang your head. Don't you feel sorry for me. I survived. With my heart in my hands at the gates of a shrine I swore to never forget how your face lit when you said that I was your favourite hypocrite.
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Jan 10, 2023
Jan 10, 2023 at 6:22 PM UTC
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