I need to get away... I have to run, my body is changing, its succumbing to his influence... id this goes on for much longer, my mind will be the next to fall (balsamique)
You don’t need Me to remind you how pathetic you are… you’ve lived this sad reality for as long as you can remember, forever sidelined by Real Men pleasing Perfect Goddesses. After years wasted resenting their Power, doesn’t it feel nice to surre