Sep 2021
If I was any more of a *******
I'd dare you to hold the knife closer
Feeling you press hard against me
Making me wet
In crimson threads
Staining my neck
I'd dare you to hold the knife closer
Feeling you press hard against me
Making me wet
In crimson threads
Staining my neck
Why can't I just being ******* normal.
Why can't you stop being a massive ****.
Why can't you stop being a massive ****.
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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