....Mature

This is pretty much me blabbering a bunch of nonsense about mushy #*&*

kiss me...

fuck you...

miss me...

not true...

tempting...

break rules...

hit me... one, two...

I reach out  flailing in panic to be caught.. THUD THUD THUD.. I drop

I call out screaming in fear.. HELP HELP HELP.. you guessed it, no one hears

" Poor baby they say" poor fucking little black baby with no hope and no piss to pot in. She sits there just crying, Crying her little eyes out and hoping to be heard. Screams encapsulated by a dome of ignorance. Poor.. Poor little black baby. Breast fed by sociopaths and coddled by what looks like a monster out of the clash of the titans movie " RELEASE THE CRACKEN" they scream... and the monsters with in her feed... Poor, Poor little black baby. 

kiss me...

fuck you...

miss me...

not true...

tempting...

break rules...

hit me... one, two...

SHE CRAVES PAIN! Like a junkie craves Meth, but her meth kisses her, touches her firmly to the breast.. squeezes tightly around her nipples and allows all of the pain to be consumed by lustful thoughts and painful back breaking Un love making......  " Take me"  she screams, " Im not sure if there is anything left but maybe a half assed blow job to get you by till you need to go..... you ... they... always go."  

But she takes that because that may be the only time she is free for a wile.... from the chains that have been instilled through out her limbs. Every step she takes rattles... and every rattle sings a haunting memory far to toturous to remember, of a pain that will eat her alive from the inside out if she allows it, some things are just not meant to be resurfaced, she mutters under her breath, as she falls into un deserving arms, giving into the choking hands that grasp her so tight, she needs to feel close to the end, close enough where Hells heat grazes the surface of her skin, senging the tips of the bangs she covers her face to hide the dirty little sins.....

kiss me...

fuck you...

miss me...

not true...

tempting...

break rules...

hit me... one, two...

 

 

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