Jan 2019
My mind is empty, and my body’s a host.
I’m a storage facility made for her ghost.
For the imprint she made has stuck to me.
I cling to her abuse relentlessly.
I’m a storage facility made for her ghost.
For the imprint she made has stuck to me.
I cling to her abuse relentlessly.
Is it okay that I said no? It doesn't matter, she didn't listen anyways
(14/FTM/An rtc)
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