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tle the cravings, reassemble them into needs. Feeding the ground, fascinating rations.Until that day when I caught the one, I fancied the too much.Out of order is in from request and she makes it to order. Safety must go, danger must go away, I won’t allow her to dig away.I claimed the calamity burden, my sickness pretending to be sickened.I am the master of her fate. Her inappropriate Stockholm syndrome, undermines my weakness for her.Aroma, the hook is out of my mouth and caught on her bait.Her depression revolves pleasing, my lucky hostage. I am the megrims sought after. I am the ball bearing inside the virus shell.<p

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id="474d">I am the belladonna craving, the vomit stuck in the throat.She is another for my experimentation. Bound in my claustrophobia gratitude. My award, my jovial chemical, time to lobotomize her catatonic brain.Her impulse smoulders with my jovial chemical.Captured by her kidnapper, adore the helpless experience. The suspect, chosen and desired, fingers touching, stroking, although I abandon her with blood coursing beneath the skin.I wanted her enough, I did not want her completely. She requires altogether covet, sufficient ceaselessness.

I am her pathetic abhorrence, lifeless snuffer. Dead to her, and unpermitted to rest in peace.</article></body>

Out of order is in from request and she makes it to order

I consumed the tasteless and found it delicious. An indescribable feeling, catching more names, so I can engrave further.

Their visions, cut short, their faces, cut off. I developed a craving and let it consume me.

Dismantle the cravings, reassemble them into needs. Feeding the ground, fascinating rations.

Until that day when I caught the one, I fancied the too much.

Out of order is in from request and she makes it to order. Safety must go, danger must go away, I won’t allow her to dig away.

I claimed the calamity burden, my sickness pretending to be sickened.

I am the master of her fate. Her inappropriate Stockholm syndrome, undermines my weakness for her.

Aroma, the hook is out of my mouth and caught on her bait.

Her depression revolves pleasing, my lucky hostage. I am the megrims sought after. I am the ball bearing inside the virus shell.

I am the belladonna craving, the vomit stuck in the throat.

She is another for my experimentation. Bound in my claustrophobia gratitude. My award, my jovial chemical, time to lobotomize her catatonic brain.

Her impulse smoulders with my jovial chemical.

Captured by her kidnapper, adore the helpless experience. The suspect, chosen and desired, fingers touching, stroking, although I abandon her with blood coursing beneath the skin.

I wanted her enough, I did not want her completely. She requires altogether covet, sufficient ceaselessness. I am her pathetic abhorrence, lifeless snuffer. Dead to her, and unpermitted to rest in peace.