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Prissy ExplorerI am a prissy explorer. Willing to go anywhere As long as I have clean clothes, A toothbrush, And a daily shower. Under the belief that no house is a home Without being blanketed in trees, But fear the ouch of bugs And cannot tolerate the idea of parasites. Still I adore the outdoors… A longing for which I have been unablePrissy Explorer
To still the shaking in my legs. Disrupting what my world was like an unbalanced washing machine… I have ignored it for so long I can no longer concentrate. A normal walk will not suffice. I feel trapped and I need to
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StaringYou act like you care. I’ve never met you before, And yet you still watch me.Staring
Interrogating me with those dark, depthless eyes Sucking me in and swallowing me whole Thrusting me into a colorless void Naked and exposed For you alone to analyze To see through my truths and deceit I want to justify, to explain But I cannot meet your gaze And at the same time I am drawn in Trembling, I look around to make sure no one else can see But everyone is looking away, as always Except for you So I pretend I don’t notice And act…
by ~huntvac
OriginPink purses, skinny jeans, over tanned I don’t understand your blond hair, fingernails, flipflops You with the double A cups, blue eyes at 5’7” A self-consciousness shaded with a veil of narcissism Seventeen at forty, growth stunted by the birth of a child Grip on reality slipping, searching for the constant aggressor Everything is personal, you always the victim You are my origin. With the tank tops, sloppy, frizzy haired brunette You don’t understand my disorganized self, old shoes, and glasses Me with larger curves, brown eyes at 5’1” A shOrigin
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Progression to EvilI am 61 inches of raw muscle… My fingers machines, Instruments of your destruction. Your body glass between these digits, Just prey I wont break you. I will. I will squeeze that delicate body Into a powder. This is not figurative, I am really THAT powerful. Free will is no longer your option: I will mold you, control you. Make you anew. Make you mine. First will go your legs Then the arms. This will not be a quick process. I want you to feel it, I want you to feel ME. Your suffering being my ultimate pleasure. Every scrProgression to Evil
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