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The Little Death

I spent so long trying to tell you in a roundabout way that I hate you. I tried saying I hated your clothes and the way that you act when you are around your friends, and your friends, and the sound that my cell phone makes when you call me. You called so often, making sure I was still around to talk to. I tried not answering my phone so you started dropping by my home every morning and I stopped answering the door but you crawled through my bedroom window and slipped under the sheets and inserted yourself into me. As you cummed I thought this is it, I’m not doing this just because there’s some of you inside of me right now. As I pulled away, I died a little.