

superficial satisfactionwith how many times i said this all beforesuperficial satisfaction
keeping count would've been impossible
and what you count
only amounts to another bruise in my chest
i can't let myself believe
that my lips were different
because to you, we all taste the same
the sweet, short-lived victory
that burns the tip of your tongue
the tales of your superficial satisfaction
piercing at my insides
impressions of my hands leaving your back red
i told myself to never let me hold you
but it was your eyes that carried me first
the trace of your fingertips
runs from my eyes to
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Say you love me, because I may not be here tomorrow.
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Say you love me, because I may not be here tomorrow.
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