you pin me to this bed, duck tape my mouth, grab me by my neck. I'm trying to scream, shake in my bed. But i can't. You're already in between my legs. My shirt has been ripped off.
You're ready. You're about to implant your disease into me. You inject your memory into me one more night. My fears coming through in my dreams. Sad part is.. When I wake, I wish I never had to face reality. I can smell you, feel you, taste you.
What's the point of not talking about you again? I still fucking LOVE you !
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