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Fra Suja’en din ❤️

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Det finnes et monster som bor i do

Av alle plasser va det der han ville bo

Og du tenke kanskje «Æsj»!

Men do monsteret, han elske bæsj!

Plipp plopp, ikkje stopp!

Trykk den ut, for do monsteret får aldri nok!

Plipp plask plopp!

Trykk ut ei pølsa, do monsteret får aldri aldri nok!

Det finnes et monster i alle sin do

For det e der de ville bo

Kliss klass klæsj!

Kom igjen, trykk ut ein bæsj!

Eg sa: Trykk ut en SVÆRE BÆSJ

Så doskolå skvulpe og seie kræsj!

For do monsteret elske det brune mest

Så gå på do og drit så blir det fest

Då blir det FEST!

(Wooohooo)

To my tribe ❤️

&

for my tribe 🩸

I am walking in the dark, but I have no fear

I know exactly who and what’s waiting here..

I have to do this, do this for me so I can be more for you.. And more for me.

Let’s be more of ourselves together!

Yeah, I am walking through darkness

and my heart aches

But that’s the price of loving so hard and it’s so fucking worth it

I have a big heart, but..

I only let the best ones hurt it!

Yeah I love you so much it hurts..

Just don’t worry, my dear

I’ve walked this path before

I know the way.. Trust I’ll find it

and I know how to fight..

No one can take away my light!

I swear I see it!

Come what may, I’ll handle it

I see the light, I’ll enter it

I know some will hate to hear this,

but I swear I’m alright

Walking through the darkness again

This time you’ll just have to let me get it right..

And now I can finally sleep at night

I’m not afraid of the dark

Now I enter the light

and you don’t have to do a thing for me

Just meet me there

Just be there!

Trust!

I’m neither broken n’or am i doomed!

Yeah, I’m hurt and..

I got wounds, but finally I can pull out the knife

(Just let me pull out the knife..)

I’m not broken nor am I doomed-

and now I gotta pull out the knife!

I am strong, I’m healing,  I am

Sunniva Kvivesen, Kvivesen for life ❤️👊🏼

See you in the LIGHT

That’s all I ask, just be there with me..

Jeg var så sikker på hva som ventet meg når jeg så at forrige innlegg hadde fått kommentarer, og jeg har grått så mange tårer over at det ikke var det jeg var forberedt på.. Tårer av den gode sorten, vil jeg si. Takk. Tusen takk.

Jeg har innsett at jeg trenger traumeterapi. Eller, jeg har innsett at jeg fortjener det. For jeg må ærlig si at når det kommer til akkurat det, så har jeg blitt motarbeidet fra flere hold. Selv om jeg har hatt behandlere som har ønsket og anbefalt det for meg. Det er mange som har fått meg til å tvile, benekte, prøve å glemme. Og jeg har prøvd å gjøre det dere vil, virkelig. Men det tar livet av meg. Det gjør bare at jeg må fortsette å traumatiseres. Og det er helt ærlig så jævlig lite fair. For fy faen for en pris jeg har betalt for andres skyld. Og hvorfor..? Hvorfor? Hvorfor krever dere så umenneskelig mye av akkurat meg..

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Så nå lar jeg meg selv gjøre det, endelig. Om jeg så må gå privat.

For deg, lille og store Sunniva som alltid har måtte være så forbanna sterk og som alle har vært så OK med å la bære alt det tyngste alene. This is for me.

Og har noen et problem med det, så kan dere holde kjeft eller si det til trynet mitt, ærlig talt. Men dette skal jeg gjøre. Jeg skal gjøre det så jeg kanskje omsider kan få sove på nettene igjen, så jeg kanskje kan slippe skam og tvil, så jeg kanskje klarer å se fremover- men mest av alt så jeg kan få lov til å ha et rom å gå til der jeg slipper å være så FORBANNA sterk og tøff, og det at noen klarer å stå i akkurat det og bare ser og hører meg.

Skjønn det hvert fall. Unn meg å bli sett og hørt i det minste.

For det er det som river mest, det er som er det største såret. At ingen ville se, at ingen ville høre. Faen, at ingen ville tro.

Jeg trenger terapi for å komme over mye, men aller mest det tror jeg.

Tilgi meg for det.. Men jeg trenger kanskje hjelp til å tilgi noen jeg også.

Jeg vet ikke om jeg har behov for å skrive så mye mer her på en stund, så hvis det blir stille fra meg igjen så er jeg nok bare opptatt med å puste ❤️ Men ønsker en riktig god sommer, ta vare! Vi snakkes nok igjen.

Og en siste stor takk til dere som bare lar meg være her inne, i terapi og lekerommet mitt, at dere aldri kommer med ubehagelige spørsmål eller kritiserer hva enn jeg føler. Jeg får enten stillhet eller støtte, og det er vel akkurat det jeg trenger her. Thank you.

I don’t have to make threats. I just need to BREATHE.

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I’m sure if there’s a Hell the pyre is burning, ready for you

But I can’t bank on that

I need you to burn in this life

I could say what you did and everyone would agree

But you know that I know- that’s enough for me

I know you remember the parts I forgot

That’s why these words are fuel to the fire burning hot

Here’s hell in this life, fucker

The little girl learned how to write

Wrote a letter, sent it far away

Someone knows the full story, and now I say:

You should have murdered me when you had the chance

I know you got regrets

I know you break out in sweat

I know you’re torn between desire and hate, and it fills you with rage

You’re smart enough to know you can never breathe safe

I got the advantage here

‘Cuz all I feel is HATE

You wanted to be god

Well, so let me be the devil

Your tragic «heaven»will burn from my hell

Turn off the lights now, you shit

Let’s see who’s really afraid of the dark

I know you’re watching, watching ‘cuz you could never look away

Every time I got cornered, there you were

Here you are

Watching, watching

‘Cuz you can’t look away

I’m sure your eyes are bleeding now

«Destroy the child, break her, doom her»

Says the wicked man who wants to be god..?

Well, so BE god..

and I’ll be the devil

I knew I was stronger than you then

I want to see if I am stronger than you now! Now that I am destroyed broken DOOMED-

and it doesn’t scare me!

But damn, it should scare you..

You should have murdered me when you had the chance!

The little girl learned to write, left clues hidden EVERYWHERE..

Wrote a letter, sent it far away..

Someone knows the full story.

Someone knows every name.

Someone knows every crime.

Someone knows.. Someone knows.. Someone knows.. Someone knows what to do when I die..

I know you’re watching, you can’t look away! Someone knows you wanted to be god.. So turn the lights off and meet your devil

I want to know, I want to know..

What will you do?

DESTROYED BROKEN DOOMED

I AM STILL STRONGER THAN YOU

Someone knows what to do when I die..

But first I will turn off your lights..

Yeah, I know what you wanted me to be.. You used my own birth against me.. 24/12/1987.. But I’m not your little Jesus, I’ll be your devil.. And I will set fire to your personal «heaven»

Someone knows, someone knows, someone knows..

And they are watching us both

Now you know.

Oh, and you are..

You are DESTROYED, BROKEN, DOOMED 

Finally the fight is fair, huh.

Turn off the lights.. I dare you.

You’re so far from a god, your’re just straight up evil

Turn off the lights and meet your devil!

I know you’re watching, watching, you can’t look away..

I know you hear me when I say:

Destroyed, broken, doomed- or so you’d reckon

But I was never your little victim, I am the cold blade pressed against your neck;  I AM A WEAPON

and all I have to do is..

All I have to do is breathe

..and you burn

She got a

pretty name and a pornstar pussy

But I don’t wanna get sued so

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let’s call her Betty BOP!

So I met her at a club right before closing time

We were just there to shake our asses but she brought me home

I watched her talk for hours (such a pretty mouth, such a pretty face..)

She told me she had bigger plans

Few years later, I found her on Onlyfans

She’s my Betty Bop

Told me she would stop

but she blew up, got famous

Powder in her nose, big D in her anus

My Betty, Betty BOP!

She got her tits and ass done

Said she had her limits, now they all gone

She’d do it all if you’d only ask, and she has

She’s Santa to these men, but she secretly hates ‘em..

She bought this fire body with their money but it’s starting to feel like Alcatraz

She’s my Betty Bop

Told me she would stop

»But babe, I’m making bank»

Yeah, but baby you’re starting to feel like a septic tank..

My Betty, Betty Bop!

She’s doing coke, she’s doing weed

Pills and alcohol so she can sleep

I tell her she doesn’t need the damn money, girl you need therapy!

Now she’s pissed off, she won’t even speak to me

I just said it outta love, but..

Now she hates me.

She was my Betty, Betty Bop

She said that she would stop

but money talks and that’s all she hears

and if I die right now I doubt she cares

But girl, if you hear this: If you ever do get fed up by those creeps at Onlyfans..

Let me remind you that you once had bigger plans ❤️

My Betty, Betty BOP!