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Multiple times you have been taken from me without my approval. Spinning, black, nauseating. The foreign hands touch me. No. Face in the dirt. Dark. Dizzy. What is going on? Stop putting my head there. Swept into your arms I am dead weight But of course you can manage. Multiple times I have put myself in the position where they can act upon the morals that they don’t have. He does what he wants. Stop. He accomplishes his goal. And leaves naked in the night. Black. You carry me in, knowing what happened. You look at me straight and I can’t see your face. This is okay though, right? Multiple times your morals have vanished. (no). You say lets go somewhere else and we walk to the porch. Bromine, Oxygen, Thymine, foreign to me. Testosterone. Stop it. Testosterone. No. Get out of my house. I’m coming to Nebraska and I’m staying with you. (No). Pacing. terrified. No. I love you.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
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Multiple times you have been taken from me without my approval. Spinning, black, nauseating. The foreign hands touch me. No. Face in the dirt. Dark. Dizzy. What is going on? Stop putting my head there. Swept into your arms I am dead weight But of course you can manage. Multiple times I have put myself in the position where they can act upon the morals that they don’t have. He does what he wants. Stop. He accomplishes his goal. And leaves naked in the night. Black. You carry me in, knowing what happened. You look at me straight and I can’t see your face. This is okay though, right? Multiple times your morals have vanished. (no). You say lets go somewhere else and we walk to the porch. Bromine, Oxygen, Thymine, foreign to me. Testosterone. Stop it. Testosterone. No. Get out of my house. I’m coming to Nebraska and I’m staying with you. (No). Pacing. terrified. No. I love you.
jessica-girardi
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
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