Satisfaction
I tried one time and shame filled my mind. But now I'm addicted like drug,that blade is so bright just like my smile. Now it's bigger whider, highter. My arm tired all sore from the pain that I give free, and kills my mind. But I don't care, it's so exiting relaxing satisfying, the spoon stops from pulling my heart even Air her plays stops.
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