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It’s Not Rape If You Don’t Say No
I think I love you,
(In fact)I know I do,
We Will Be Together F
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V
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R
(I smile because you don’t argue with me when I say this
…but then, who would expect you to?)
After all
dead girls
can’t say
no
I think I love you,
(In fact)I know I do,
We Will Be Together F
O
R
E
V
E
R
(I smile because you don’t argue with me when I say this
…but then, who would expect you to?)
After all
dead girls
can’t say
no
Literature
Rape
It was autumn, the leaves had just began to turn.
Dad had left me. I had to leave, too. I had to find him. He was my father, and I would follow him to hell and back if I had to.
I had no idea where he went.
So I wound up wandering. I don't know for how long, probably a couple weeks. I have never been so panicked in my life. I wandered to markets, listening to conversations, and hearing anything that sounds like Fuji, I would tail that person until it just turned out to be another false hope.
I stumbled into a camp, in the middle of the forest. It was highly organized, even though it appeared to be a mess. Men were shouting orders to other
Literature
PTSD
- - -
every night you scream at someone. i try to tell you they're not there; they don't exist. but you can't hear me. your body writhes like a tornado and the covers are bathed with sweat.
it must feel like blood to you. that must be why you howl yourself hoarse. why i sleep with earmuffs gripped tight and dream of you dying.
(it used to be a nightmare, but now it's more of a wish.)
- - -
you mumble to the same someone while you eat those crumbly cornflakes. something about something that i don't think you entirely understand.
i don't know why i still make you a bowl every day. you think i would learn after the thirteenth time of broom
Literature
Bondage
Chains holding me down,
Grim Reaper throws me to the ground,
He refuses to give any relief,
I am his slave, his prisoner chief.
Bound by his desire,
Wish something could quench his fire,
He tells me to smile,
Itll be along while.
He jokes about letting me escape,
Then puts his icy hands all over, committing another rape.
He laughs when I try to fight,
Thrives off my fright.
Cruel evil bastard, just wait, someday,
The game will get switched youll pay.
Ill be released,
Your tyranny will cease.
No more will I be in your bondage,
I welcome you to a new age,
One where my rage reigns supreme
The years of my suff
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So....I have no idea where this came from...it's different that's for sure
I think my brain died after writing 2000 words on paternalism...and this was the product of it.
(Don't worry I'm not expressing any hidden desires or fetishes here...necrophilia really doesn't do it for me...I like my men with a pulse . I think mebbe I've just been listening to too much CoF)
I think my brain died after writing 2000 words on paternalism...and this was the product of it.
(Don't worry I'm not expressing any hidden desires or fetishes here...necrophilia really doesn't do it for me...I like my men with a pulse . I think mebbe I've just been listening to too much CoF)
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