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you push me into tiny little boxes screaming to get out only to be grabbed from behind inside the boxes black electrical tape twisted around my wrists cuff fucked biting my lower lip listening to some random screaming violin like glass fragments in my brain hemorrhaging black oil drying clumped like tar around my ankles pushing your fist into my mouth up to the wrist other hand on my face smearing my mascara "you look prettier that way" spread legged in these boxes your dirty victim I never want to leave...
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