So what’s breaking u more? The denial of my censored ass, my pretty face looking down on you, my feet teasing u, me flipping you off? or knowing u’ll never be worthy of any of it? Too many triggers huh?
But deep down, you know you were made for this — made to serve, made to lose. And I was made to own every piece of what you used to call Freeform. Tribute, kneel, fade.