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I can be faker than the botox & lips on Kylie jenners face 💋

Eleanor Grace : Whore The boy who I love  played with me today, and after the jolly glee he turned and said to me  “My balls are blue.”. I asked what to do. He kissed me. I felt a rush hoping this time  “I’ll be enough.”.  Our bed had lost fire, and this task perhaps  a log for the pyre. I climbed on top,  my passion hot,  hoping for a reigniting- When quickly he swallowed! And his eyes began to goggle! “I’m sorry”  But in his eyes there was worry,  an awkwardness I didn’t want to claim  began pulling at my brain.  At fist I couldn’t help but ponder…  “Did he want to go longer?”. Then a thought darker than grave: “My boyfriend just used me, he isn’t safe!”. I didn’t know what to do!  My body was racing!  But my mind was pacing… i didn’t quite know where I was! I knew my mind was stuck, confusion stuck like muck, but my body surely knew  something was askew! My friend I sought,  though I knew she doesn’t text a lot. I asked to chat. She said yes like that. I asked for advice, “The sex was so bad!”. She knew I was sad, but I told her less than I knew. “He came so fast” “Be steadfast, he may just be suffering from stress!” I agreed “yes” and tried to feel better. But what I didn’t share  began to wear.  I worried “blue balls” was a word to call  me to action. Though he may not have ment to, and my baby surely didn’t intend to,  he still made me feel like a whore.

You can’t say abuser with out user

Bitches be stealing your diary, stealing your bars, and claiming they came up with them 🙄🙄