our head should never be mistaken or ignored. He is my erroneous mistake and I shouldn't even think about it. I unheeded the loud blatant honesty my head keeps telling

ed ever

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They cheat. They lie. They tell you to ignore the blindin

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e, kisses me, touc

f my own flesh – flesh that bares the scars he made, f

st weren't visible to me just yet. But I know that he could see them. Percei

rrified by my own modifications an

I had bothered to find lookalikes of in the sex store nearby, before entering my hotel room. They glint in the flicker of a candle flame and cast a bizarre silhouette o

ng it lightly with my fingertips. Looking at the pieces of metal he ravished my flesh

ing myself, stripping away at his artistic rendition of a woman. Still it aches when I remembers it. His attention shifts to his lips, fingers, and the exquisite s