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" can we surrender? " we barely talked in school. he wasn't the popular kid, but he was the tall boy with glasses and curly hair and a pretty smile, the boy who always hung out with his small group of friends and would just be laughing, living and talking about video games and live concerts and comics. i was the quiet girl, a little sad and a little happy, but the world saw me as just another blank face in the crowd with severe acne and social anxiety. at night, i would be twisting and writhing, his teeth biting into my neck, my fingers digging crescents into my palms until he slowly slid his own up my arms and held my hands above my head as he took me to ecstasy. he was using my body because i let him control it. i offered it to him because he made me feel something, like i was actually alive. like i wanted to surrender everything to him. . WARNING // MATURE // CURSE WORDS AND 18+ CONTENT
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