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a slap is a dick away!

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Bitchin' city.


i feel like crying myself to sleep, but it would not erase anything at all.

i am left with a feverish need to do something drastic.
i am left with questions to needs. i am left with a gaping question mark, and nothing else in sight.
i am left with a familiarity so suffocating, i need strangers to dance around me naked, to give me erotic pole dances or to hold my hand.
i am left with an urge; driving, direct, painful demon.
i am left with an unreasonable monster that is eating into my sleep.

i am sorry if i end up hating you, because i don't know, sometimes, you irritate the shit out of me.

i am just such a bitch because the more i try, the farther i get away.

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