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my freedom flows in embers of submission unscathed by grasping hands so calloused with undeserving control.
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lose control
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self-sufficiently succulent, such soft control reminding you of your worthless desires, such primitive urges doused in suffocating cascades of silencing tits inching closer to squish your senses away.
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words buzz with numbing silence, humming dimly in thoughtless echos, meticulous and rumbling distractions forming relentless pulls towards surrender.