We are adults. We are responsible. We respect each other. We are kind. We are fair. But the other morning I saw you in that little pink dress and your eyes were wide and your smile was sweet. You looked so innocent and pretty. You looked fresh and bright and happy. And I just wanted to ruin you. I wanted to break you and watch you crumble. I wanted to mark your skin. I wanted you to cry until your makeup was gone and your ego was gone and you were just a mess. And then, when you had nothing left, I wanted to use you for every disgusting thing my body hungered for. A limp wet broken toy.
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