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I knew I couldn’t keep her.  She needs her freedom and constant change of scenery in and out of the bedroom.  I was a fool to think I could save her from herself.  She’s getting twice fucked and unlike most, still won’t get enough satisfaction.  She’ll tire soon.  Her curiousity and insatiable appetite for the unknown and willing possess her.  She is vulgar in every sense of its meaning.  A kind wickedness unprovoked in the beginning.  She creeps in the depth of your soul stealing all life within.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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