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The erotic night with a girl
She went to school with me I loved her the first day I saw her she was a goth god to me lips you could kiss for days eyes that glowed in the moon light she was in all my classes but one so I would get to see her beatiful face everyday. Well I… Continue reading The erotic night with a girl
Dead Beauty
Timidly entertained by her simple smile, A bloody cut from ear to ear and her teary eyes. Her wrists penetrated by the rusty nails, Her hands in a fist, a lost fight.
weaker
alone again. sighs grow deep anger and bitter sweet defeat the night is cold
Violations …Part 2
After that night it was the same pretty much everyday …it got easier not hurting as much except when he was intentionally hurting me sometimes he would shove it in so hard i would bleed (sometimes bleed alot) …but i digress…..Here we move on to 5 years ….
why i died
ive been dead 3 months or years and i cannot recall
If you only knew
insanitazia memsahib
i’m on a roll. my spiel? this is life compressed into four pages. my bukowski is showing. if you’re into self-mutilation or self-defacement or art, whichever one it is these days, you may find this a little triggering.