Venting don't be a romantic day

[Lavínia]

I write this a while ago, thinking about the date I had planned, talking about my abuse. Today I'm going out with a girl, I've talked about my ex with her several times at work, how much I loved him, so I really hope there's no chance of us getting together. I just want to talk. I thought about this text again

8-2-8 - 26
Phalluses, a cornfield of vipers
When did they decide it was me?
Target of their anger, excuse for pleasure
They raped my thoughts
Through my nostrils, eyes, eardrum
Young, flowering wombs
They raped what I felt
When was I ever this tempting?
Do they do this to everyone?
I'm just a child
I'm just a child
I'm just a child
Synapses converging in perfumes
Gentle labyrinth, without bitterness
A slug, snail, snail?
Disgusting being swirling in my head
Inside, it's inside
How long has it been there?
Did you see me? Do you know who I am?
Did you see me when I thought that?
When I did this?
Do you know who I am? Who I am?
It's itching, crawling
Don't leave, don't leave, I don't want to see you
I never wanted to, it's itching more
Illusion, isn't it? Please tell me what it is
They invaded my dreams, it's itching
I don't want to touch, they're itching
They stole it, I had it right here
I'm just a child
I'm just a child
I'm just a child
They know everything
They devoured, gluttons of clichés
Burps, cutlery thrown
Administrative terror, usurpation
Fear
They violated my mind
Stretching, exploring
Straight, up, down and in the center...
Left, up, down and in the center...
Middle, up and down...
Every part
They pulled threads here, looked, saw
Yes, I always wanted to but I didn't
It's not my fault, please
It's itching, I don't want to cry
It's itching, please
Stop, they're my dreams
Yes, yes, I always wanted to dream
It should be mine, and mine alone
No, it's not quite like that
I judge the rites too much
Am I red, my face? I never wanted, I never wanted
You or me? Is it me? What is me?
It was me, me, in a purple dress
Purple, ruffles swirling
The wind expressing
Yes, yes, yes
Yes friend, envy, lady
Yes friend, dear, lover
I raped myself
Just me, alone, like I always wanted
It makes more sense this way, sorry
The slug is me, dirty, slimy
I raped myself, I raped myself
I'll never be a child
I'll never be a child
I'll never be a child
Because when I was, I violated me

 

[Lavínia]

I drink a lot, Moscow, sex in the beach? City? Jack into coke. Wow, I talk to her and her friends normally. A good talk and moment. At least was a good day, I get it, it's good, good, good. I wasn't in bad mood, or get any reasons to be. Good day, a good night