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in january he was gentle. rested a soft hand on my neck - it felt strange but he said it was natural and so i believed him. and now in june it's a chokehold a strange escalation that took months to notice my body slowly being deprived of oxygen turning blue and lifeless his strong fingers leaving bruises on my pale skin veins stand out as i scream on the couch my back arched like electrodes placed on my temples shocking me back to life i feel that strange, wild, raring, open pain course through me for the first time in a year
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
in june i gasp for air
in january he was gentle. rested a soft hand on my neck - it felt strange but he said it was natural and so i believed him. and now in june it's a chokehold a strange escalation that took months to notice my body slowly being deprived of oxygen turning blue and lifeless his strong fingers leaving bruises on my pale skin veins stand out as i scream on the couch my back arched like electrodes placed on my temples shocking me back to life i feel that strange, wild, raring, open pain course through me for the first time in a year
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Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 2:54 AM UTC
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