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amy, lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene.
she's crying or complaining,
and the way she's beaten, it's almost arousing.
I differ the sounds anymore,
they all seem like a buzzing discomfort.
fuck this imagination of mine,
if you'd only knew the complexity of the scenarios from there.
it like a bad soap-opera,
yet you cannot yourself from watching the next 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 fear the return of the process.
it has me to review most of the basics concerning females.
I hear them, over and over again, the night.
I remember the last time I slept,
and... and I'm not well, here,
alone with my thoughts... staring at a wall.
battered and bruised, on the floor.
piece of meat. I know she's crushed.
but I am useless, to save her, and maybe I don't want to.
oh how I beg for silence...