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Deny it if you wish. We all live for this. It makes no difference; Meaningful, meaningless. To dissolve your walls, To play with this trigger. To let it go off, Then return it to sender. Call it a holy act. Call it something sick. It is still a fact: You want it.
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May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 6:50 AM UTC
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Deny it if you wish. We all live for this. It makes no difference; Meaningful, meaningless. To dissolve your walls, To play with this trigger. To let it go off, Then return it to sender. Call it a holy act. Call it something sick. It is still a fact: You want it.
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May 17, 2023
May 17, 2023 at 6:50 AM UTC
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