Empty, you’re forbidden.
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Pleasure me with anguish, and spit.
Bleeding, I am tortured.
Young we were, I still – shamefully- breathe.
Does it matter, if you never cared?
Spare me the subtitles, I ache.
I am your waste.
Dispensed from your rigid grip.
Seize and let me exist.
Let go, release.
I am and will be.
Alone.
In shreds.
“Do you love me?…”
I exist.
anonymous said,
May 6, 2007 @ 9:13 pm
-sigh-
😥
your battlefield said,
May 8, 2007 @ 10:07 pm
anonymous:
😳 i’m sorry 🙁