I think i Need You to hurt me.
Although, defenatley Capable of Recreating the pasts,
Creation, on the other Hand, is far more Difficult to come by.
Suppose your offered Pain becomes Accepted by my MISERY? ? ?
causing me to HELPLESSLY, Bleed out things that POISON Me...
DEATH OF MY SIGHT, EVAPORATING
My Eyes Bled Dry, My Soul Set FREE!
I think I Need You to Hurt me.
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Deliciously dark and sexy, I enjoyed this.