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incase i get post limited again ima make threads here if i NEED to get it out of my system

its too close too intimate how she leans in to taste her blood, its everything she wanted everything she needs, but its so much it shouldnt work this way but its exactly what they are

why am i still here,, ive been so good ive done everything right ive done what im told, why am i still here why am i not better why havent i died yet i dont get it at all whats the point wheres the goal is feeling good even possible????

the way her ears twitch at just the sight of a knife, how she fights her body not to lean towards it, to accept such a backwards reward so immediately she has to pretend its uncomfortable,,, the pleasure she shows inbetween shows of fake pain are so cute, so muffled

i dont deserve the things i have and the things i do deserve hurt me so much no one should ever go through it, yet here i am

being told not to breathe, with a knife to her sternum,, the soft scratchings she left behind gliding it across her torso, now threatening a part of how she lives,,, she didnt breathe she followed the rules, yet still pushed her own body into the knife, to feel her under her skin

i get to smell weed everynight and its not even to get myself high, im like being taunted, i want it so badly i hate my brain i want to stop thinking, ive stopped myself saying tweeting being so msny things today i want it all to stop its so much its too much its painful i hate

can you tell what im reading

to make her cheeks bleed to split that hot skin,, so flushed so red such a pritty pink hiding her blood behind such a cute face,,,

the gore and viscera you make of eachother just cause you were horny

her kind hand healing her, covering up her wounds for the next feast,, it feels wrong feels incorrect to hide their intimacy,, to let it heal when she could stay bleeding all day and night for her

to bleed for eachother is the ultimate form of love