BDSM

Original

So many people in the estate wearing leather and whips. They can't see each other.

Alone with my thoughts. There is almost nothing everywhere except your rations.

I want to shout it out without meaning, even though we are the same.

Sometimes I get brave, but I don't press ctrl+s. I suspended my ctrl+alt+delete powers.

Now erase my sins with a quick ctrl+z. Fetish for forgiveness, my BDSM.

I want to liberate myself. I dig under stress. Blindfold. Phew! Entrustment. I'm taking out the dirty laundry.

Car in position. It's risky in my position. Korona on a leash, beaten in the basement.

I dominate, I will crush my pride into the trash. I give in, cowards. Boldness is my drug.

I neuter my soul. Human mannequin.

I sweep thoughts under the rug where the meaning is often hidden. Inconspicuous mushrooms grow when the soul rots.

Not strong because of trauma, but rather strong in herself. What kills does not make you stronger, it is only a disease.

I sweep thoughts under the rug where the meaning is often hidden. Inconspicuous mushrooms grow when the soul rots.

Not strong because of trauma, but rather strong in herself.

What kills does not make you stronger, it is only a disease.

I no longer want to be a bitch who only has to apologize, and I don't want to be a mother who only has to forgive. I deserve a better life, like Taylor Swift at the Grammys.

What does it mean and how much? Judge for yourself. I measure my life in screams. That's a cat's GDP.

I will do the reconstruction in May. My BBL. I share these intimate matters like Piggy the Boar

DM. Fetish for forgiveness, my BDSM. Dominatrix of suffering, guilt hugs me.

Erase my memory, throw me into the void.

Realize it and I don't want to wake up in pain, because that's how I learn. Korona on a leash, beaten in the basement.

I dominate, I will crush my pride into the trash. I give in, cowards. Boldness is my drug. I neuter my soul.

Human mannequin. I sweep thoughts under the rug where the meaning is often hidden.

Inconspicuous mushrooms grow when the soul rots. Not strong because of trauma, but rather strong in herself.

What kills does not make you stronger, it is only a disease.

I sweep thoughts under the rug where the meaning is often hidden. Inconspicuous mushrooms grow when the soul rots.

Not strong because of trauma, but rather strong in herself. What kills does not make you stronger, it is only a disease.