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We have no use for people who don’t want to be here.

T.L. Martin

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.
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Force Touch Yourself
Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
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Routine Submissive
He doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.
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Himself Love Myself Relationship Sight
She loved nothing more than a man who wasn’t afraid to test them. To test her.
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Afraid Herself Love Man
If you are afraid of darkness, you are afraid of your own soul.
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Afraid Darkness Philosophy Soul Wisdom Yourself
You are my blue crayon, the one I never have enough of, the one I use to color my sky.
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Blue Crayon Enough Myself Sky
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.
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Darkness Deep Gentle Man Prince
I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.
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Demon Easy Existence Myself Pretend
I desire very little, but the things I do consume me.
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Consumption Desire Myself
I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.
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Bird Myself Prison Trap
Madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
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Gravity Madness Myself
Darkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
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Angle Darkness Friendship Myself Place Silence Strange Talk
Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.
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Breathe Live Myself Remember Revenge Soul
Maybe I’ve dragged myself through the mud since then, but even mud hardens beneath your shoes. I must be standing on a mountain of it by now. And no one can touch me from way the hell up here.
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Hard Hell Myself Stand Touch
The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls.
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Monster Oneself Ourselves Scare Soul
She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
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Best Fire Hell Myself Scars Stunning

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