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"hello, my name is distance and I dont really care if I ever wake up again"- FATA
A soft innocent touch replaced by his awful lust...
A word bespoken, warped into a dreaded token of his lost appreciation for her mangled body..
She lies helpless, alone...wanting comfort that seems lost, and meaningless..Her smile is twitching from the corners....she grows tired of the plastic mirage she pictures when her eyes close in his embrace. The lies permeate her mind...she thinks that she will one day love him as much as he claims he loves her...
But she knows she can love no one but herself, it's self preservation...If she goes unloved then she believes she will disapear, and her thoughts will run on their own accord, which will cause her last breath to be shot in the darkness, when she feels the blade kiss her deliciously.
She can only love herself
A soft innocent touch replaced by his awful lust...
A word bespoken, warped into a dreaded token of his lost appreciation for her mangled body..
She lies helpless, alone...wanting comfort that seems lost, and meaningless..Her smile is twitching from the corners....she grows tired of the plastic mirage she pictures when her eyes close in his embrace. The lies permeate her mind...she thinks that she will one day love him as much as he claims he loves her...
But she knows she can love no one but herself, it's self preservation...If she goes unloved then she believes she will disapear, and her thoughts will run on their own accord, which will cause her last breath to be shot in the darkness, when she feels the blade kiss her deliciously.
She can only love herself