She butters


She butters his toast. She butters his bread. She butters his roll. She butters his toast. She butters his bread. She butters his roll. She butters his toast. She butters his bread. She butters his roll. She butters his toast. She butters his bread. He drops dead. She butters her toast. She butters her bread. She butters her roll.

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Published by: hermourningcoffee

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

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