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It was your fault wasn’t it?
I should thank your Pastor for teaching you so so well
You’re mine now. Forever and a day.
I just want to sit on an older man's lap :(
So little and so pretty. I need to feel it. I need to be inside of it. It’s not up to you anymore.
You were born to a purpose. That purpose you will serve, my object.
Your parents owned you and they named you.
So when he comes into your life and becomes your new owner, shouldn’t you beg him to rename you to something that pleases him?
Only makes sense, right?
-VIS