I don’t want the noose around my neck anymore
Okay, perhaps sometimes I still do
But I’d rather it be around my waist
Corset so tight
I can’t breathe
I’m turning blue
But no, I’m pale
Body so bare
The more I shiver, the more I want to cover it all up
I don’t want to stare at myself through concave or convex eyes anymore
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zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Women sure have it tough out there.
It doesn't matter what part of your body the rope binds.
It still strangles you.
I bet we've all felt that pain in life.
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