My past lover have taught me that what's between my thighs
Is made for others
It is to be given to those who want it
And while they have their way I should just sit there and not say or feel anything
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
