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Breathing. Gasping. Gripping. Exposed. One. Two. Three. I have this. I can do this. Take it one hit at a time. One. Two. Three. One... Lost in the bliss. A quiet numbness. A familiar smile on his face. Two... With each strike I am free. I am trembling beneath him. Three...
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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Breathing. Gasping. Gripping. Exposed. One. Two. Three. I have this. I can do this. Take it one hit at a time. One. Two. Three. One... Lost in the bliss. A quiet numbness. A familiar smile on his face. Two... With each strike I am free. I am trembling beneath him. Three...
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC
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