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Jul 2018
If I walk, no one will see it.
If I talk, no one will hear it.

In this world, my soul is disappearing.
Here comes a voice, it whispers so clearly.

"My dear boy, this life is not for me. Please take the knife and end your life swiftly. I've been trapped in your body since fifteen. Please let me out, your death will release me. Please do not cry your tears are ****".

I'm getting ***** somehow, thoughts of my corpse.
This is getting unsettling, but I like being aroused.
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Nexus  22/M/UK
   ð and Fawn
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