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All I know is this... When what I hold closest to my heart, Is in jeopardy, he makes my organs fail to start, my beast inside has many names, but we like to call him Bertie. In these times, my body kills me before I **** my body, the choice is no longer mine, so i punish my body night after night, for his torture I'll make him sorry. So I know I have this choice, to punish him **** my self or cut off what I care about most, or there again I could respect his noises, he is killing me, to be protective of the love I hold closest.
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Bertie
All I know is this... When what I hold closest to my heart, Is in jeopardy, he makes my organs fail to start, my beast inside has many names, but we like to call him Bertie. In these times, my body kills me before I **** my body, the choice is no longer mine, so i punish my body night after night, for his torture I'll make him sorry. So I know I have this choice, to punish him **** my self or cut off what I care about most, or there again I could respect his noises, he is killing me, to be protective of the love I hold closest.
Bogle
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Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
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