white on white, unforgiving night, sin on sin, love letters on skin, heart saying amen

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i felt a sense of dislocation. the kind of what the fuck feeling you get after you have sex with someone you really didn't want to have sex with, and you're laying there thinking about anything you can get your mind on, just because you don't want to think about now and what you've just done. you can't leave fast enough but you feel as if you should at least be courteous.
i felt stone around me; my lips parted with some sort of feverish uncertainty, fear and hope. i need someone to punch me.







you always do that. and i don't like it.



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