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Jul 2015
It's all out of reach
The women
The house

A job

It's not coming
And I pleasure myself
To female celebs
Talking about ***
Online

And I'm 30
And I lie about
Underneath trees

And I'm content
To be alone

My therapist left
And I doubt
She ever cared
That much about me

And nobody cares
And so I sit alone
At home

And no woman touches me
As I ******* furiously

America will be ruined soon
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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       --- and Eddie Starr Love Poetry
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