Yeah, f--- it, I'm posting this

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Thread Topic: Yeah, f--- it, I'm posting this

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  RainCandy Novice

  1 year ago
  at midnight, her eyes filled with fright
  
  no action can save her from the spiral
  lips locked, another's arms wrapped around her
  eyes cast down
  comfortable with nothing, but she had no choice
  no voice to call her own
  you never listened when she was sober
  so why would you listen now?
  
  In her head
  Her screams ring out
  And again, no one heard
  That night you ruined her
  Even more than she was before
  Yet, she still stands to lose much more
  Once and then, there and now
  Until the day she falls and breaks
  Rather than, hold her close
  Once you had your fill
  And thought about what she was now
  Deemed her trash and threw her out.
  
  
  "you know darlin, you're so beautiful, but please, show me your face"
  hair swept aside, another invasion of comfort
  the doll's fingers tug the hair back down, heart racing
  but like everything else, you just couldn't let that be
  and you sweep her bangs back aside
  now, you guide her closer
  shifting to take control, despite the fact you always led
  the doll is an object
  and she belongs just to you
  or so you declared to her
  while you moved to take the reigns
  
  at midnight, her eyes filled with fright
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  RainCandy Newbie

  1 year ago
  Drowning: A Doll's Snuff Film, Minus the Film
  My air, my being
  Refuses to extinguish
  My soul, screaming
  A candle that burns forever
  
  It's in my nature to disappear
  One day I'll be gone,
  My air, my being
  Will extinguish
  My soul, smiling
  
  So make peace with it,
  All stories end
  And like they say,
  "It was beautiful while it happened"
  But the fire went out
  And the time for stories ends
  As fire's tether did sever
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  Yrhnyruujytunuyt Newbie

  a year ago
  th rgbsrbgtdgbdtgbtdbtrhbbb
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  zeronightshade Senior

  a year ago
  This is a psyop, you are trying to attack me
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  zeronightshade Senior

  a year ago
  the cold air kisses my skin, pain stinging
  open wounds burning and burning
  infected, festered
  
  the cold singes
  i rot
  i rot
  i rot
  
  the cold air kisses my skin, pain stinging
  open wounds that are not closing
  infected, festered
  
  running along death’s fringes
  i rot
  i rot
  i rot

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