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What makes you cry during intimacy? What breaks throught the crack That you've hid enaugh? What makes you listen to that voice in there? What's that tremble that starts the avalanche And destroys everything inside there? What are you more afraid of? That they will see or they will feel? Those tears are gonna fall against your will. Right against their skin, will you let them in? They're gonna see, they're gonna feel. The person infront of them against their will. All bare and shaken, Where has your voice been taken? Why do you flinch and gasp? Who hurt you so bad? Why shouldn't you be here? Why shouldn't you feel this? What was it? What made you cry? What pushed you through the crack? Did that hurt enaugh? Enaugh to shake you-now will you give up? Or will you face them now, lifting your chin up? Why are you crying so bad? Why are you grasping for breath? Doesn't it make you cry enaught? Are you not feeling enaugh? That weight is bruising And your bones are breaking. You're shaking, You're tearing, Their hands are reaching- Flinch. Their hands are shaking. You're both shaking, Your insides bleeding. 2026.02-3
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
What makes you cry?
What makes you cry during intimacy? What breaks throught the crack That you've hid enaugh? What makes you listen to that voice in there? What's that tremble that starts the avalanche And destroys everything inside there? What are you more afraid of? That they will see or they will feel? Those tears are gonna fall against your will. Right against their skin, will you let them in? They're gonna see, they're gonna feel. The person infront of them against their will. All bare and shaken, Where has your voice been taken? Why do you flinch and gasp? Who hurt you so bad? Why shouldn't you be here? Why shouldn't you feel this? What was it? What made you cry? What pushed you through the crack? Did that hurt enaugh? Enaugh to shake you-now will you give up? Or will you face them now, lifting your chin up? Why are you crying so bad? Why are you grasping for breath? Doesn't it make you cry enaught? Are you not feeling enaugh? That weight is bruising And your bones are breaking. You're shaking, You're tearing, Their hands are reaching- Flinch. Their hands are shaking. You're both shaking, Your insides bleeding. 2026.02-3
This is the type of conversation, I'm afraid, that some of us are not ready to talk about yet
ThatOtherWoman
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 7:55 PM UTC
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