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loveleavessoftly (loveleavesoftly) wrote,
@ 2003-12-18 01:31:00
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    Current mood: cold
    Current music:Deconstruct Rebuild*Small Brown Bike

    So Sorry
    I try to kill myself from the outside in. It doesn't work that way. I remember the last beat my heart felt, as your silhouette got farther and farther away. Silent as paper-cuts, my heart broke.
    I pull the cold blade across my arm and feel the sudden rush of warm blood replace it. This is for you. this is because you walked away without looking back. This is because since then its hard to feel anything except this. This is so I know I'm still alive.
    When you feel as cold as snow, you'll do just about anything to feel heat again. His nails dug into the skin of my back, causing small rips in the flesh there as I felt him move through me. His dick penetrated me like a cold winter wind can get under your skin, his tongue suffocated me and when he bit me, I came hard. Not a bad fuck, but my black nail polish is chipped. He reached for me across the lonely black bed and said my pale skin made him want to fuck me again. I laughed, put on my clothes and went home. When I showered, I couldn't get the water hot enough. I worried his cum was still in me, so I masterbated to push his out.
    Two messages on the machine. Sage and Troy. Last Friday and Sunday nights. Sorry I'm not here to answer your call, but your night has passed. Don't bother leaving a number because your number was up and I can't use you anymore.



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