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amy, sweet amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene.
whether crying or complaining,
and the way she's getting beaten, almost arousing.
I cannot differ the anymore,
they all seem like a relentless discomfort.
this treacherous imagination of mine,
if you'd knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there.
it feels a bad soap-opera,
yet you cannot help yourself from watching the episode.
she be so beautiful,
I guess is why I hate her and her voice that much.
the mystery in itself, of her self, is far more interesting than knowing.
introspection, yes I do the return of the ever-questioning process.
it has me to review most of the basics concerning females.
I them, over and over again, throughout the night.
I don't remember the last I slept,
and... and I'm not well, here,
with my thoughts... staring at a blank wall.
battered and bruised, on the floor.
worthless piece of meat. I know crushed.
but I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't to.
oh how I beg for silence...