Why do they keep telling me?
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What are they telling me exactly? That you tried to give a handjob to a five year old…
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Also that you have one arm?
Why do they keep telling me?
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What are they telling me exactly? That you tried to give a handjob to a five year old…
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Also that you have one arm?
Voices say you were getting railed while typing to me on MSN. Don’t know which country, I assume DR or Mexico?
Tied your hands together stuffed dildos in you and made you slide through a wooden box/dresser?
For what?
And what was that spray???
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And 4 people penetrating you
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Perform the Jack-O pose to escape your confines
Hostel or Trap House, voices are mixing people around.
I remember the night I passed on a bump.
I remember.
Voices say you ripped out your clitoris
Don’t know if this is in the DR or a Hostel in the states but buck naked some guy beats it up long dick style and idk the rest it got hazy
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Thor (Shin Megami Tensei) is “protecting” Victoria Secret… Owl girl
Voices are telling me my current insomnia is going to be our days and nights and I’ll die of exhaustion…
Voices say they’re trying to trap me in a spiral.
Whether you sucked this guys cock with your lips on his glans and shaft or only through a straw, it’s in the past now, and I can’t do anything but feel a little bad about it.
Like what am I supposed to do with this information? Really? How do I move forward with it?
Is it not best that I just forget the day even happened?
Why be hung up on it at all?
Exhibitionists
Had sex with all 8 people the day you wore the green dress
Nokia in cooter
Calling you
That’s why you were feeling yourself at the dinner table
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you also threw up on someone that day
That same day
Golden glow
Yada yada
Blah blah
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Jizz on phone
Dropped out of college cause you can’t keep up
Someone else
Doesn’t want me to remember
You don’t remember
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I’ve disappointed my elementary school teachers (opposite)
I don’t know how I’m supposed to love you, how I’m supposed to trust again.
This goes beyond you, as at present I feel as if I’d be more comfortable being alone with my thoughts and the ebb and flow of my feelings.
I’m hearing, seeing, experiencing all of these conflicts inside and yet somehow, outside of myself.
Angst isn’t a strong enough word to describe the internal turmoil.
And I love the word angst, it’s a good word.
Anyway, this is more for me than it is for you, I just think right now it’s unfair to claim I love anyone, given all that I’ve said and done.
And yeah, no relationship can stay in the honeymoon/puppy love phase forever, but I wish I could’ve reeled in my insanity sooner.
I wish I wasn’t so impulsive.
I wish I was never arrested.
But I don’t think it would’ve been any better had I “surprised” you with a visit.
For your safety you deserved to know.
If we were on good terms and I was regularly visiting you would know.
But here come the voices, droning on and on about how the world is “turned up” and who you’d cheat on me with.
How everything I’ve been taught to know and love is a lie.
How I’m the “slow” one, the Gleeborp…
Fuck this.
Voices say it’s not you talking or putting these thoughts in my head but instead I’m responding to people in Boston…
You want to be anyone that loves me so you can possess them, make them take a crap and try to force me to eat it. Okay.
His wish is to get the family back together, but why? It feels like there’s an ulterior motive to this…
Voices say you took it out of my pocket and shoved it up your cooter cause that’s what Steinar wanted and gave it to the other kids that were at the top of the commons with us?
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And you blew a kiss at them….
Voices say you only have one eye
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apparently in some old blog I wrote about sticking a dick in the eyeball socket. But I know now, and maybe then as well it leads to severe nerve damage and infection. There’s no way I’m doing that. Especially not to you.
Get that through your head
Voices say you’ll do that to me.
OKay.
I’m ready, lets just get this over with.
Reply to something, anything, lets Seth the record straight
mark the death date