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God, can he see what he’s doing to me.

T.L. Martin

Funny how being fucked isn’t nearly as pleasing as I remember.
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Funny Myself Remember Sex
Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.
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Deep End Exploration Shallow Soul
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 might have a fancy roof over my head and soap to wash away the dirt, but I’m still the same girl beneath. It’s important neither of us forget it.
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Fancy Forget Head Important Myself Wash Woman
There’s a reason we only hire blondes.
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Blonde Hire Reason
I don’t deal with them. And if I don’t deal with them, I have no reason to learn their names.
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Deal Learning Myself Name Need Reason
I quickly learned I needed someone who specifically enjoyed, or at the very least could take it, when I hit that point of blinding release. Every time, I lost all sense of the control I work so hard at maintaining.
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Control Enjoyment Hard Learning Lost Maintain Myself Quick Time
He was unhinged. Shameless. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm.
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Cage Himself Key Right Shame Wrong
I never claimed to be a predator, but right now she’s certainly the prey.
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Animal Herself Hunt Right
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.
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Darkness End Night Rise Sun
Crawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
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Body Love Myself Ruin
Don’t play with the Devil, he always cheats.
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Cheating Devil Play Yourself
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
Art is a private piece of me.
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Art Myself One Liner Pieces Privacy
Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
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Along Breathe Deep Life Love Myself Relationship Way
He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.
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Appearance Hard Time Ourselves Struggle

God, can he see what he’s doing to me.

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