amy, sweet lewd amy... the way she moans, it's so obscene.
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whether she's crying or complaining,
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and the way she's getting beaten, it's almost arousing.
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I cannot differ the sounds anymore,
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they all seem like a relentless buzzing discomfort.
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fuck this treacherous imagination of mine,
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if you'd only knew the complexity of the scenarios emerging from there.
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it feels like a bad soap-opera,
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yet you cannot help yourself from watching the next episode.
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she must be so beautiful,
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I guess that is why I hate her and her voice that much.
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the mystery in itself, of her real self, is far more interesting than knowing.
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introspection, yes I do fear the return of the ever-questioning process.
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it has forced me to review most of the basics concerning females.
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I hear them, over and over again, throughout the night.
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I don't remember the last time I slept,
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and... and I'm not feeling well, here,
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alone with my thoughts... staring at a blank wall.
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battered and bruised, bleeding on the floor.
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worthless piece of meat. I know she's crushed.
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but I am useless, unable to save her, and maybe I don't want to.
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oh how I beg for complete silence...
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The Girl Next Door Is Always Screaming
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| Ion Dissonance |
