it faded like slavery but the screams will not. not this time not with this much involvement my body, a strawberry
strawberry, begging for fondue slavery begging for an end involvement is too exhausting nor giving any relief, so much energy spent slowly, as if dripping time wasted
wasted time, wasted life, dipped in a bitter fondue, unpleasant and messy dipping of bitter lips until the bitter end, *** empty, needs washing, another exhausting task, requiring to much involvement, too much effort
Effort is what i can't give, I'm bitter about that and angry. With too much resentment, just growing inside me. More messy baggage, another issue, as if I don't already have enough. So im bitter, so what?
What difference does it make? I'm to battered for repair, I'm to exhausted for any attempt at anything