Stop

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3/11/2019 [5:59 pm]

Every fucking time you're in a bad mood it's on me. I get pushed from being happy and smiley to being completely torn in two. You know you can get away with it because I lie mercilessly at your feet. You know how bad I crave you. You know you can throw me around like a used rag doll and I'll only whimper for more. You know me. You do. Hurt me more.

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