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I cried in his arms last night and I don’t feel any fuller than when he’s inside of me. I’d rather him be inside of me. He told me it would be alright. It hurt me. I thought that it would help to air out my head. I never helps to air out my head.  It only makes the presser stronger. I cried in his arms last night and it didn’t help one bit. I cried in his arms last night and it made me feel more alone than crying in the dark.  He’s watching me die and he doesn’t know it.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
sore from last night
I cried in his arms last night and I don’t feel any fuller than when he’s inside of me. I’d rather him be inside of me. He told me it would be alright. It hurt me. I thought that it would help to air out my head. I never helps to air out my head.  It only makes the presser stronger. I cried in his arms last night and it didn’t help one bit. I cried in his arms last night and it made me feel more alone than crying in the dark.  He’s watching me die and he doesn’t know it.
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Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
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