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A blog about learning to love and learning to let go- through love, lies and the invention of personalities to support both.
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And then there were needles
it all started with a man named Mark.
It can always get darker
it was like this.
no as a word
pixie’s poetry
snippets
snippets
The thin line. Always crossed.
then there was the knife
there was always Max
this is how you fall in love with your submissive
we’ll always have the cane
What is tastes like.
when it was good, it was always good
when it was new
why she loved him
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