ok, no more. she's better without it, anyway. it'll be the same as last time, she knows. hopefully done better. she will be careful.
you're worth better than that. it will be good. she will be empty. dizzy and amazing, and light and little, and nothing will be left but bones. good enough to love properly and purely and it will be perfect.
nothing will be bad, all control. lovely control. 'till bone.
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