Sometimes I wonder if my heart is like a black hole--it's so dense that there's no room for light, but that doesn't mean it can't still suck me in.
And then he__ somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I__ somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust_ about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.
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And then he__ somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I__ somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust_ about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.
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