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Not Fair.

NOT FAIR

Why can't I get over it?



Your cock has probably been slung around the block


WHAT AM I WAITING FOR?!


I don't know. It's frustrating that my asphyxiated libido won't override the utter disgust manifested through outstanding regrets. 

My insomnia would be a good excuse for me to flee the scene after he's finished. 

I want to give it up to everybody but I can't because of Market Value. So I give it up to nobody and maybe in a few years I will have become chaste again and that would be the end of that. 


WHERE DID MY LIBIDO GO??


Too many post secret post cards. Obviously. 

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