My Own Punching Bag


Thankful
To the universe

For gifting me
My own punching bag

In the shape of
That cheating slut

Note: Let’s imagine for a minute, nobody had written or sold me any Cinderella stories and I had not believed in the fake orgasms and empty promises (of fake love) by a street whore. Today I won’t have any punching bag or an outlet to vent every shit that goes on my own life totally unrelated to that cheating slut. Not many are this gifted like I am!

Welcome to my soulful toilet…

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