Dead Silence 8
What the hell are you doing?
Look at you, look
I said.
your flesh goes crazy and you can not control anything.
touch it
do it somehow
go out into the street and tell them you are not different.
**** her
and close her wounds
be perfect
waxes her if that is required.
they will never know that their love
is not your love.
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