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Akune's home of non-suicidal thoughts

someplace to let things out and rant lol


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Every day gets worse,
Locked in a vice my thoughts perverse
You must wonder why I look at you that way (I looked at you that way)
Tonight i'll make my way into your house
I must; I'm lusting for your body
Skin looks tight, think I just might have
To take a bite, but I know one will turn
To three or four or more my little whore

Tonight, tonight
She's not alone (can you taste the wicked in the room?)
Bobbysoxer so pure, so young
(By morning her soul will be gone, gone.)
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