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Grey is her favorite color


I asked her for a glass of water

Her lips replied softly “yes, of course”.

I felt her move closer. I’ve had her so many times in my head. She’s much younger than I.

Have I become that perv that yearns to steal her innocence. I want her all to myself. A young woman, but of age.

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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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