Fear-lust-anger,
Unutterable torture,
Mine they trigger,
Wide open shutters,
Taping pedantic chronicles.
Our nerves they remember,
Hence every day I suffer,
Nightfall makes it harder,
When in my thoughts they enter-
Tapes cursed under,
Cassettes on a recorder,
Replaying over and over,
That burn might never,
No ashes nor dark ember.
Give me no coax,
Such that I will endure,
Why should I not surrender,
When dead is my abuser,
Who might’ve been my only liberator?
Hmmm... 
❤️❤️
💕
he s hot fa ya trot
and you girl are not so much
insert tape
old as passe patricia
said as she came nude to my bed
oh my
why gasp! is that tmi
sixteen years later
good post riya cya girl
Whatever made you sad and angry in the morning, it worked 🙃😎
😂😂uhhuh