parts of me don't feel like they're mine
where you touched me here, now when I touch i feel your tocuh
my body has a reaction
you said you liked fucking with me
I guess touching me and seeing my reaction
it was intoxicating
so many mixed signals or maybe a mix of help me and my aunt died
and the bull shit
and the silence. I would have called a nigga by now.
but I don't. I keep myself here locked up in the castle like a dragon is running around
and dangerous.
ester had Malachi. queens have kingdoms. wives have husbands. I have no covering.
I see how cool that is now. I have father, father, father.
please help me now, father.
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