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Lonely is the only emotion I feel, sitting on the counter Plopped down, flicking guilt Remanence on paper, I use to heal I chose to be ill I'm the unattached ****** desire Conversation not required Tormented love, consumed and killed Around this pole, twisted and unthrilled Patiently waiting on something My tied up body feels nothing Still insanity quenches the thrusting When will we finally become ***** and musty I can no longer conceal our secret, smiling Annoyed with me, I'm done hiding Tonight I'm not grieving Deceived, here is your rope of control I need to find the cover for my gaping hole
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
How many ways can I say I'm done
Lonely is the only emotion I feel, sitting on the counter Plopped down, flicking guilt Remanence on paper, I use to heal I chose to be ill I'm the unattached ****** desire Conversation not required Tormented love, consumed and killed Around this pole, twisted and unthrilled Patiently waiting on something My tied up body feels nothing Still insanity quenches the thrusting When will we finally become ***** and musty I can no longer conceal our secret, smiling Annoyed with me, I'm done hiding Tonight I'm not grieving Deceived, here is your rope of control I need to find the cover for my gaping hole
Karajean
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May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
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