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Posted on October 7, 2022October 7, 2022

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The power of our vices. I readily wet the crotch of my panties hidden under plaid.

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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 and deep-rooted trauma, fear, anger, insecurity, and vulnerability. I heal with every stroke of the pen. Night Falls, I fear myself. I AM the monster underneath my bed. I do not wish to provoke you. As you venture into my headspace, you ARE a willing participant. Disclaimer: 40/60 IRT View all posts by hermourningcoffee

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