Dear stranger ;
I promised myself that i would stop crying out for you in both pain and pleasure. Your name burns in my throat as well as my skin as it's traced up and down my arms, over my shoulder blades, down my spine and eventually clasping around my waist, squeezing harder and harder, so hard that i collapse. Only you aren't there to help me back up anymore. You step over me like im dirt. And that was the day i knew it was over.
dear stranger ;
who are you?
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