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5 AM Thoughts
I'm a victim of your emptinessĀ
But you sure know how to fill me up
With your dick that it is
You don't speakĀ
But you choke me like I'm breathing all of your air
I no longer have air and you no longer have words
We're drowned by the sound of me struggling to breath
You encapture my lungs because they surround my soul
You are my Satan, I call you master
You've created me...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 7:18 pm
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