The inner cry of the heroine seems to have ripped me alive
I also want to pray for destruction in the extreme of sensuality, as if all uneasy responses and belongings can be sublimated at that moment.
Craving a dominant relationship? Or longing for the value of being used? My heart is as wandering as hers. I suffer, I cry, I cry, and I can only hear myself.
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