Month: November 2018

No, you don’t know me.

You don’t know me, you know what I let you know about me, might be the ecstasy or euphoria, the fucked up I that I choose to show, so you won’t get inside me, to make up the pain. Don’t even insist, you can’t even wonder, you don’t even know the things I am capable…

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