May 23, 2025
dolls are made to be abused and mistreated. they will thank you for finally feeling wanted. it is your moral obligation to take advantage of that doll
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dolls are made to be abused and mistreated. they will thank you for finally feeling wanted. it is your moral obligation to take advantage of that doll
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it just wants to go home.
even when it is home that feeling remains, in the back of its mind somewhere. it wants a home,
plurality is so fun. this one can just randomly be possessed by the Plant Goddess of Domme Energy and suddenly its friends are on the floor drooling~
it is so lovely to be a doll~! ♪
hi hi hi hi hihihihihi
~Ghost, Azie, Melanie
Hello my friends!
How are you three doing?
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I love being a trama holder of something which was similar to what happened to me
The worst is our family defends the person who did it. I know she was also a fucking child but she was in six seventh and eighth grade. We were in third fourth and fifth grade. She treated us like a doll she could throw away when bored. She only did that to us
It’s not fucking fair. We are not a doll. We were seven. We were a c h I l d.
Do you know I miss you, miss your careful touch. Miss the way you would always tell me when you were going to touch me at all. Yes I miss you for when you would comfort me after a panic attack when you said something like she He would
I never blamed you, you never knew. I don’t want to chase you away. I want you here but you are not. I want to forget their touch and replace it with yours, you do know that right?
Their hands taint me and yet you make me feel a little less unholy. I am rendered anything but functional around you.
You didn’t flinch when you saw my scars, you kissed away my tears. You saw me for me. You saw my hands not covered and you say how horrid they were.
And you held them anyways