It’s ironic to me though, how she makes me feel seen and heard, yet is oblivious to how I yearn and covet. Sometimes I think myself a fool. I believe myself to be special when I am merely one of many. The things I wish were only for me are given to the masses. My soul and being hold no special place in her world, if it did, she wouldn’t do as she does.
Cutting, Cutting, Cutting, why can't I ever stop, I want out. This is Hell, and I'm just Satan's toy. I just want to be free, Cut off my wings, stab knives into my thighs. Free me. FREE ME.
Freaky kinky and down for fun
Hi everyone I'm Harley. I want to be used
I'll do anything you want just call and text me ANYTIME, tell me the nastiest things you'll do to my small frame and thick ass. I may pick you for the day.
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