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I Want to Call the Suicide Hotline and Have Phone Sex

from Split With Human Trade by PlasticBag FaceMask

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Restraints, I'm limbless, they're lucky this time.
But a kiss, I'll spit,
You're welcome my dear, take care.
Take care!
Pieces of pieces of pieces left behind. The fire has engulfed us. We're fucked! We're fucked! There is no safety in these numbers.
Would you like to stay in my cloud sometime?
You did one hell of a job!
Keep screaming! I love it!
He's always right behind you. He's always thinking mean. Creep upon the victim. Leave no trace behind.
God, you're mine.
Going home, I'm still with you.
See your husband? It's just me.
You're all I think of.
I'm all you think of.

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from Split With Human Trade, released August 18, 2013

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