Apr 2019
It was a massacre
My dead feelings circling the drain with my period blood and his *****
And for a fleeting moment I thought I saw your fingerprints
My dead feelings circling the drain with my period blood and his *****
And for a fleeting moment I thought I saw your fingerprints
I wished for you the whole time.
(30/F/NJ)
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