Amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene. whether she's
Crying or complaining, and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost
Arousing. I cannot differ the sounds anymore, they all seem like a
Relentless buzzing discomfort. fuck this treacherous imagination of mine, if
You'd only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there. it
Feels like a bad soap-opera, yet you cannot help yourself from watching the
Next episode. she must be so beautiful, I guess that is why I hate her and
Her voice that much. the mystery in itself, of her real self, is far more
Interesting than knowing. introspection, yes I do fear the return of the
Ever-questioning process. it has forced me to review most of the basics
Concerning females. I hear them, over and over again, throughout the night.
I don't remember the last time I slept, and... and I'm not feeling well,
Here, alone with my thoughts... staring at a blank wall. battered and
Bruised, bleeding on the floor. worthless piece of meat. I know she's
Crushed. but I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't want to. oh
How I beg for complete silence...
Writer(s): Gab 357, Antoine Lussier, Sebastien Chaput, Xavier St-laurent, Jean-francois Richard
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