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