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Self Loathing

sometimes I crawl back

into my hole of self loathing

and regrets thinking

back on the awful

nights I spent with

heaving heavy breathing

guys who have since

brought a twinge 

of discomfort 

every time 

I think about

the tally chart.

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  2. It's like the Kubla Kahn itself.

    You're a river that's impossible to find.

    The source of the writer. The source of knowledge.

    If you know what I mean then you're attractiveness has increased infinitely.

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  3. do you think you are better at sex then i am?

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  4. Firstly, DJ, I cannot, for PR reasons, confirm that I understand what you mean. But I get it.


    And I think that whoever you are, anon, I'm sure you are great a sex. Just great!

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