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Sad, Hot and Crazy.

Does my madness appeal to you?

Sad eyes with the jittery fingers.

The silence I exude.

Home body, rotting away in her bedroom.

Curtains closed engulfed in darkness,

engulfed in her own sadness.

Just how do I appeal to you?

You said you wanted to help me.

You saw me and you wanted to be my saviour.

The reason why I smiled,

you wanted me bright eyed filled with laughter

maybe you wanted me filled with inspiration or just filled with your c*m?

Oh was that it?

You wondered if I was "freaky"

underneath the sadness and anxiety.

Your lost little dreamy girl.

Hugging on your left leg.

From a story book.

From your fantasy, does that mean you are my conquerer?

My healer?

Perhaps even my God?

So when I'm on my knees praising you,

wide eyed with a wide mouth

Do I look the most beautiful?

But see, I am noting but dullness.

My blood is grey.

I stay the same as seasons change.

Though my face will change and the colour might drain from my cheeks.

I will always go back to tears.

I will always go back to instability.

And soon enough you will grow tired.

My superhero will breakdown right along with me.

You will grow sick of me and helpless.

Your strokes will become slower as I cry out begging you for more and more tiring your soul.

Slowly you will try to detach.

Disappointed that I could not change.

Disappointed that I could not heal through your d*ck.