My baby dolls,
Sometimes I want to be dirty, a whore slut that screams out night and day, up agaist trees and in lakes, down on the ground in the dirt with leaves in my hair and tears all across my knees. I want to get tied up and gagged and raped and hurt, brutally beaten and humiliated. But of course I don't. I want to be a virgin girl wrapped up in white with flowers, I want to give the little flirty eyes and shy away from being touched. I never want to be touched again. I want to be fucked in the backseat of a car on my front lawn while my parents sleep.
Does this make any sense?
I had a dream last night that I was being taken back to the hospital, getting drugged up and tied down and I was screaming "Don't take me back, please please please don't take me back!', and you all know that's where the crazy men wait, crazy men with torn up arms and mouths made out of black holes and hands made out of razor blades that take me into glass rooms and cut me up. That's when I say never, never never again.
But then I think of him, and how we would slide off of the bed and onto the floor and how the bruises didn't matter, how all that mattered was that we were bodies that made the other complete, and I think, just one more time out in the fields. And it hurts so bad that I think "Anyone anyone anyone".
Disregard all of this.
I need someone to cuddle, here's a personal add.
I like art, and dancing, I like reading, sleeping, being a little girl.
Take me home baby.
Cry cry cry.
Sometimes I want to be dirty, a whore slut that screams out night and day, up agaist trees and in lakes, down on the ground in the dirt with leaves in my hair and tears all across my knees. I want to get tied up and gagged and raped and hurt, brutally beaten and humiliated. But of course I don't. I want to be a virgin girl wrapped up in white with flowers, I want to give the little flirty eyes and shy away from being touched. I never want to be touched again. I want to be fucked in the backseat of a car on my front lawn while my parents sleep.
Does this make any sense?
I had a dream last night that I was being taken back to the hospital, getting drugged up and tied down and I was screaming "Don't take me back, please please please don't take me back!', and you all know that's where the crazy men wait, crazy men with torn up arms and mouths made out of black holes and hands made out of razor blades that take me into glass rooms and cut me up. That's when I say never, never never again.
But then I think of him, and how we would slide off of the bed and onto the floor and how the bruises didn't matter, how all that mattered was that we were bodies that made the other complete, and I think, just one more time out in the fields. And it hurts so bad that I think "Anyone anyone anyone".
Disregard all of this.
I need someone to cuddle, here's a personal add.
I like art, and dancing, I like reading, sleeping, being a little girl.
Take me home baby.
Cry cry cry.
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sauda:
I understand what you are talking about. I've been there, and sometimes it makes me feel like Two-Face. Two minds about everything, all at once.
_biblia_:
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