Ask me how I live my life. Ask me what makes me cry. Ask me what makes me jump. Just ask me why.
Pressure, pain, fear of just blacking out; losing time, less life. Wanting so much , too much,. All that adds up. Causing more fear, more pressure, more pain.
Emo-like, I know. But inspiration comes in waves of many colors. My color now... black.
Kink.
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