Therapy

Therapy

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Last published Mon, Jan 15, 2018

abuse boyxboy lovehate selfharm suicide

Death it's something I think about often it's beautiful. When I think of someone slowly bleeding out it turns me on. My facade is powerful playing the role of a helpful therapist. I always take up the horrible cases like abuse, witness of murder, tourcher, rape, anything horribly bad. Because of this when they kill themselves I'm never in risk of being let go. But of course this young kid had to come into my life and ruin it. Maybe I'll break him too. Author- I know know the story has tons and tons of Japanese names but I really like them so ignore it thanks! (None of the art belongs to me credit to the artists)

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