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She presses her lips on the back of my neck, Her coldness blowing over my skin, with her hands decorative and curling, forever wearing me thin.
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
Anxiety
She presses her lips on the back of my neck, Her coldness blowing over my skin, with her hands decorative and curling, forever wearing me thin.
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Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:32 PM UTC
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