it's been weeks and I'm weaker than weak;
i'm craving pain and violence, and welts and stinging red cheeks; this is what i am when i'm feeling unloved. I'm the swats, the flogs, the pressure, the pause, heat, and come and leather gloves. asking to bleed, whipped to sleep, treated like trash, stretched endlessly. i'm lonely and sick, stuck in a needy little mind, small and fragile and ready to die. take me away, make me feel something again.
just step on me please.
take me out of my head.
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