My past loves have been like human blenders. Their structures provide a function of torture and leave every piece of me soft and mushy. Not soft and mushy like a yummy chocolate frosty, but gooey and stinky like when your momma makes her special, green, sicote smelling "cure your illnesses" concoction. Yes. That's how they leave me. Gooey eyed from crying myself to sleep, and stinky cause when I'm emotionally devastated the shower is used for sobbing, not bathing.
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