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Dissociative Identity D i s o r d e r: me .

There is an a c h i n g in my bones. A raw power. A thirst for desire… A n e e d. This night in all its innocence… is nothing but a distraction to me. A way to elude the demons. To resist the temptation. To fight my urge. Let me forget myself. Lose myself. It is terrifying to think… Yet, I will.
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chelsea-codrington
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Aug 3, 2011
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