The Perfect W***e

The Perfect W***e

A Story by Darkened_drear

You are perfection.A w***e.A saint.A sold out shithouse that comes so easy and cums cheap.Skank scribbled on your head and your so close to dead that you remind me of scat settling over me.You smell.A jail of self centered hell.Blowjob queen.You cannot breathe without snorting another line..your blonde mop all over your scarred head.You want happy and you want hell.Plastic and pink in your ghetto of begotten bullshit.Trying to be queen bee when your a step below a horror show.Pasty white vampire trying to be a character straight out of clueless.Shame and seduction..your too used up and overdue,...nobody wants a sanctified sinner breathing acid like you.You will fake every trend just to be in.Prom queen...you say..your just a tattered day of a dead succubus..sucking the life...strife..and contradiction...a lifeless doll...in a killing world,..and your a murderess of the highest degree...a fake a*s little symphony sounding in your twisted little head

© 2014 Darkened_drear


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Many people are afraid to hurt feelings and express the darkest emotions inside...I never was...comes with the fact society never much liked me because I was strange and twisted

Posted 9 Years Ago


DAMN!!! I like your way of expression. No filter what so ever. That's the way people should be. Unfortunately many are to weak or afraid to tell it like it is. Pen on....

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Added on August 21, 2014
Last Updated on August 21, 2014
Tags: whore, society, shit, lies, fake

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Darkened_drear
Darkened_drear

Bim, WV



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I am Becky Cooper and Im not perfect. All my flaws show but they do not define me because I have a strong heart and who I am is what makes me myself. My favorite color is black because it drowns out a.. more..

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