Insecurity - uncertainty - pessimism obsessed on masochisticly. I don't really want to hurt - I just want others to think I do. A troubled soul with depths unknown - bullshit - I just want to cum on you.
Torment to be endured. Say passion grows within turmoil. These beatings are a test; though not what you'd expect. Sporatic, any can see. I say it's rhythmically. But I lie with every breath.
They flock to us wide eyed, disturbed. Or so they claim. Past the surface though, where ugliness grows, they cowar at what they see. You can't have this shit with a white pickett fence. Dont get just what you asked for then bitch. |
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