deep inside of me stirs a love that is deranged and sick. if i had a choice๏ผ i would love you to the point of suffocation. but would you still love me? could you still love me๏ผ despite everything?
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I don't know what I'm hungry for anymore.
A pulse beneath my lips. A hand around my wrist. Blood on my tongue. Warm skin beneath my fingertips. The sweet scent of agony.
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ย ย ย ย ย ย ย I don't know what I'm hungry for anymore.
A pulse beneath my lips. A hand around my wrist. Blood on my tongue. Warm skin beneath my fingertips. The sweet scent of agony.
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