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Click hereI'd love nothing more than to let you step all over me. Grind your heel into every open ulcer. My body is enveloped in scars and wounds, barely able to regenerate the will to carry on. So often, I stare at the ground, the strength to hold my head stolen. You make me feel whole?
I'd love nothing more than to do your bidding. My mission to slake your undying hunger. My, how big your appetite. What is it you crave? Of course, my dear. I'll never let you down. Why do you fill my soul so?
I'd love nothing more than to give all I have for your pleasure. Your putrid entertainment appalls me. Vomit rising in my throat as I perform your every task. My body weakens from repeated torture I can not bring myself to escape. Why do I continue want to be here?
I'd love nothing more than to be your damaged little doll. How broken do I have to be for you to take pity on me? How low do you have to see me trudge before you will help hold me up? Why do I hold on to this farce of a dream? It will never be as it should. "Walk away," whispered on the wind.