i made a myth of you.
i gave it scabs and a very small bible.
torturous hands.
good with a flyswatter.
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the bear pulls on my ****** string and i almost *****. a voice in my head tells me to close my legs. the bear thinks i’m the dumbest girl. the bear has a gun and i tell him it’s a pretty gun. not like a flower, but, yeah. kind of like a flower.