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I was half boring, and never so innocent. Never before, and never since the day I felt you growing. But with each moment of gnawing pressure my ribs will quiver and ache. My skin feels ripped and with every kick I realize. I let you stay in here too long. The silverback beast can never be tamed in some tangled pink web of nerves and veins. The difference between a nest and a cage is Time. And thats why you will always prefer your father. Protect my spine and respect my pride, when you rattle my ribs, when you hear me cry. I know it will be different, if I only try. Another punishment unique to women.
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
Ribs
I was half boring, and never so innocent. Never before, and never since the day I felt you growing. But with each moment of gnawing pressure my ribs will quiver and ache. My skin feels ripped and with every kick I realize. I let you stay in here too long. The silverback beast can never be tamed in some tangled pink web of nerves and veins. The difference between a nest and a cage is Time. And thats why you will always prefer your father. Protect my spine and respect my pride, when you rattle my ribs, when you hear me cry. I know it will be different, if I only try. Another punishment unique to women.
angelica-bisi
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
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