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Little Wendy ******* coming up to play. Walking up the hills, broken, begging me to stay. Little Wendy ******* needles to the skin. Seeping, drip, seduction, eyes that pull you in. Little Wendy's soaking, she's drowning in herself. Sinking, sinking deeper, addiction beyond help. Little Wendy's cloaking, she's hiding behind blood. Dyeing her skin bright red, swimming, falling up. Little Wendy's dying, she's tripping in her mind.   Shooting, lusting, crying, nectar sweet and kind. Little Wendy ******* pulse is always on. She keeps on playing these games until she's dead and gone.
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Little Wendy *******
Little Wendy ******* coming up to play. Walking up the hills, broken, begging me to stay. Little Wendy ******* needles to the skin. Seeping, drip, seduction, eyes that pull you in. Little Wendy's soaking, she's drowning in herself. Sinking, sinking deeper, addiction beyond help. Little Wendy's cloaking, she's hiding behind blood. Dyeing her skin bright red, swimming, falling up. Little Wendy's dying, she's tripping in her mind.   Shooting, lusting, crying, nectar sweet and kind. Little Wendy ******* pulse is always on. She keeps on playing these games until she's dead and gone.
~~ Inspiration taken from a song I've been loving. ~~
scarletniamh
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
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