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stigma
i have eyes, and limbs.
you like me because i am anatomically correct. someday, you wish to use my sex organs, to practise making babies with. and you`ll lie to me, saying you love me and im sooooooooooooooo beautiful. and ill spread my legs to the gates of hell, someone you lusted for but now hate so well. eyes swell as moisture drips,never thought such regret could come from such perfect nips. moments of pleasure, eternity of pain...social stigma. alls the same |
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A strange feeling wraps around me
Should I? Shouldn't I? Why should I believe? There's always a way out, no matter how hard you hide. Scream for me to stop but you secretly want me to push...harder! What makes it so difficult to let go? Is it the familiar feeling of scraping along the sidelines? Why not? Tell me you've had enough and everything else is just gravy. Nothing to fear but the life we choose, don't drop you're guard until you're ready to scream, "Life is all but a dream" Then I wake up to the truth. Nothing. |
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