It's 3 AM;
sleeping in a bathtub full of
battered promises in the form of
cracked skulls and vaginal linings.
I can smell the pieces of your hymen
rotting against the floor we laid in so many
times before.
You kept screaming;
"It's not my fault.
I'm the victim--
But fuck,
I'm such a horrible person;
And you should hate me,
But fuck you--
It's not my fault."
The truth is,
you rip your mind to pieces
better than I ever could;
and this flesh only serves as a reminder
of these footprints
you've left across my face.
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Help..
Please tell me what you think
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wow. amazing.
i'm pretty speechless. and since "wow" isn't very constructive, i'll leave it at: you're pretty amazing.
why does your AN say "help"
what exactly are you wanting help on?
i like it lots.
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wow, i want to cry.
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