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Michelle
Hands grasped tightly around your throat
Lungs gasping for air
Pushing down on your neck to cut off your oxygen
You glance at yourself in the mirror above our bed
Passed out from a dead and empty orgasm
Another hollow, meaningless fuck without a kiss to start things off
Can you not feel the hate
This isn't love making
You push me into your game without any remorse or feeling whatsoever
You drain my love for you with your selfish perversion
Your corrupted, used up and fucked away
You're far from reality and anything but an innocent virgin
