Tue, 09/08/2015 - 02:57 -- Tunechi

Feeling of the hot tensions rubbing against my chest, laying down popped in the back seat n cruze 20 11.

Was I dead or alive? No feelings ,nor thoughts, just complete motionless 

The numbness of my body fades into black hole,

Was it really worth living,

or was it all a dream...

My life was in his hands, 

it was my choice to

act​​ like excruciating penetration felt good or run in a city I'm not from.





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