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I am a Deviant of Many Talents
Luv-chevy
19/Female/United States
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Last Visit: 78 weeks ago
Cassie Marie
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But, how?
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"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Reach the worm twice. One tequila Two tequila.... Adreniline pumps threw my body. Excitement keeps me awake. So why did I pass out so suddenly?
Kisses paralize the body. Eyes grow large. No words to say. Shock overwhelms.
Snakes slither down forbidden lips. Jabbing, pushing, cutting.
Pleads of No's. Tears stream down...
"Why no?" "Come on girl" "I promise to treat you well"
Snakes slither farther, faster, Poisen sickening my stomach, constricting the throat.
A face flashes behind wet lids... A name echos from the cries of pain and shame.
For a moment, a hero is born. The snakes are estinguished, But the memories remain... Memories of the pain, memories of three unforgettable, unforgiveable actions...
Barracades are built. No emotions should be shown. But tears still stream down my face. My hero comforted me...
He said he cared... So I assumed he would sober up... Be mature... the only reason why I told him to go... I thought that he would check up on me... instead he grew angry with every drink. Upset because his buzz was being killed, and my cries were cock blocking... With every scream, name, and punch I grow scared and ashamed that I could ever trust him.
My friends left me to fend for myself on the city streets at 1 in the morning... for this I don't know what to say...
I'm ashamed... ashamed of my judgements. ashamed of they're actions. ashamed that I didn't leave. ashamed that I trusted you.
Most of all... I can't believe they didn't call...
mostly for my knitting, plushes, and postcard/book stuff though....
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I'm not trying to be great-- I'm just trying to be.
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It is always the best policy to tell the truth unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.
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