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Mr. Cole plays on In the background as I Continue to type, but my writing feels dry. I want to call someone Just to hear a voice that’s not A character from a show. Everyone I know Is sleep, and or related to me. My cotton sheets feel itchy hot, even against my skin and I can’t focus on anything but my concealing passion. but the only Companionship I find, is with my dog and depression. Who cares? Lust is just a fancy way to say "You're hot" anyway
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Philia
Mr. Cole plays on In the background as I Continue to type, but my writing feels dry. I want to call someone Just to hear a voice that’s not A character from a show. Everyone I know Is sleep, and or related to me. My cotton sheets feel itchy hot, even against my skin and I can’t focus on anything but my concealing passion. but the only Companionship I find, is with my dog and depression. Who cares? Lust is just a fancy way to say "You're hot" anyway
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18/Transgender Male
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
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