He comes home every night intoxicated, walks up the stairs to my bedroom and I feel nothing. I become the wall; let my soul lift out of my body and into my own world of solitude. I don't know what he is doing to me; he undresses me. And I can't describe it, there is no feeling left in me; I've gotten so used to it. I just feel so cold. So empty
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i'm sick of it making trails like plastic would
happy february ending soon, xo
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*shivers*
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