the birth of the unihorn. in Contusions.
- May 21, 2018, 6:59 p.m.
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He pointed at the centre of the square, and told me to stand there.
Don’t you dare move.
He made me count.
1
2
3
4
no please stop
plea
sse
5
please
6
7
8
9
no please I can’t
10
.
Today, I love squares. I love the countdown. I love the pain.
What the fuck?
Last updated May 21, 2018
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