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He loves me.
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He loves me not.
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He loves me.
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He loves me not.
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It’s dripping. Huh. It’s satisfying. At least I’m doing something right.
It doesn’t matter what they say. They can’t do anything. Nothing.
It’s not like they care, anyway.
And her. She asks me why, why am I doing this?
Hah. Like she doesn’t know. It’s not her fault, is it?
Is it?
No. Not hers. It’s his. Only his.
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No, don’t cry. Stop crying, b****.
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Ow. That one stung.
Next side.
Stop, he says. Stop.
Make Me.
Please stop.
I can’t.
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Stop.
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Please.
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Stop…
Still dripping. Dripping, sliding down, pooling. Sliding off the bed, slipping to the floor. Drip, drip, drip, rain off a tree.
Hmmm… trees. I like trees…. Maybe I can go outside and play with them…
No. finish. Finish and then play.
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But I can’t if I finish I leave them, never see them again, by themselves, see? Want to play…
NO. can’t stop.
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But I want to… heyy door is opening… how can door open?
“MARY!”
Finish. Finish now!!!!
“oh god oh god its all over the floor…”
“call an ambulance!!!”
“Nooo… momdontimalmostdone”
There. Finished. Happy now?
“we’re losing her oh please god no”!




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monochromaticThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
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wow, it's very captivating, and it reveals whats happening instead of saying it outright, which I like :)
 
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