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Scaricare Ajita Wilson Nuda

Wedding Program Letters 4. Forget

First of all, I just want to say that this completely and utterly private and I'm not really sure why I'm posting it here...but it doesn't matter. I'm sleepy and tired. Delirous and remembering. Opening up the box of pandora. Lol. Ok so well here go my memories.
I wonder if I'll ever forget.
If the memories will ever fade, like letters written on the sand, washed up by the tide. Like your name faded off my skin where I carved it when I was younger.
I burned the tip of a needle and carved the letters into the skin of my inner ankle, wincing and rejoicing in the pain.
It was my sacrifice to you.
I felt proud and helpless, secretly wishing you'd see it, scared about being discovered.
I wish I had known you'd cause me so much more pain. You scae, my teeth slighly nipping at your bottom lip and your smile at my audacity.
It still amazes me that I can remember the details of what I thought I had forgotten; our first kiss.
Then I remember your warm breathing on my bare stomach, and your soft giggle at my writhing reaction.
You caressed my skin softly and I remember thinking how incredibly soft your hands were.
I protested in between escaping moans and pleas.
The line between what I was asking for became blurry and I lost myself when you bit my burning skin through the fabric of my jeans.
I remember the reasons why I tried convincing you to stop and you ignoring me.
You kissed me again to stop me from talking and then looked into my eyes, begging me to deny that I loved you. g to wash you off my skin. Trying to wash away the wrong and the pain.
I felt so lost and dirty. So
torn.
I remember thinking I Had Lost And That nothing Would you ever be like it WAS before.
There Was That so much truth in Thought, except for the fact-That I Had not lost you.
I remember like I remember That Day Every Time You Opened yourself to me and everytime I Was yours. I remember
What We Wore and What We Said. Just like I remember
of the Thousand Words That I Have Written You, These Are the first That Are in Inglés.
And how I remember That this is Not That the first sleepless night i have for you.
And as I fall asleep, I finally wonder, Have You Forgotten?

Himitudama Hoshino Fuuta

Ok so I Should be medically Prohibited from drinking coffee. Lol
It fucks with my brain and my emotions, yet I love it so. Its really bizarre.
Anyhow, it makes me write ... Usually even more bizarre. I wrote this jumbled
emo-ness. It has a little piece of everything. New, old, whats mine, That of Others, fiction, reality and just a big mess wtf.
'm sorry lol.
Here goes:

Standing in the middle of Everything and nothing at all.
So close to the heat, yet feeling no warmth. Above Everything I
tower ... so high up, Nothing Can Reach me. Yet
the day ends and I'm shrinking Reduced to a shapeless form, hiding in the shadows of the empty alley.
'm so lost. So inmerse in oblivion. So forgotten
anThat is me-through flows.
Singing the words loud and clear, feeling my throat burn Them, just like you do.
Knowing the mistake, yet Following through. Speaking to
ears can not hear That Because They Do not Care.
Waiting for the Words That Do not Exist Because they're only mine. Dancing to
lost rhythm of my soul.
Trying to get back what's Already been sold, at too low a cost.
Wishing for the rain, Wishing for Tomorrow When I'll see your face. Breaking
in to pain and Letting the glass slice inside me.
Running Towards the wall, slamming and running again.
Screaming and screaming and screaming ...


Just hold me.