Three sides to her coin


She only likes me when I’m dumb

She asked me to come over, but then she’s never home

She is always gone

Doesn’t make much sense

She never dId

I wonder why I do the things I do

She likes to cum

Three sides to her coin, though her flip is 50-50

I sleep badly

Loved her once madly

Sad breakfast club

I can never cum back

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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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