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Still Hurting

I'm sitting here doing the same old thing breathing (barely) I'm happy to be sitting here breathing but Not happy about taking in toxins I told you I loved you Maybe im incapable it's the same thing as a guy who can't get it up. Do you stay with him, knowing his penis will never truly satisfy your dirty selfish hunger? Or do you leave and find better? or A woman who has no confidence in her body and can't fuck you. Do you love her and try to get her to see beauty? or do you go for the next slut who loves her body and would give you hours of endless love-making. I think we both know what anyone would do. It's fucked. Like me, like my heart, like my attitude.
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Sick
Published
Apr 23, 2016
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#broken#empty#fuck#tired#fuckup
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