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Feb 17
As I grovel at your feet
And follow your every move
With gashed and bleeding knees
Begging for something that should come naturally
For me it does,
The ****
The longing
The desire
The urge
And the yearning
All the things you have no idea about.
All the things you ignore
And push to the side
Just like my wants and needs
My feelings
And my longing for you
All in a pile labeled
β€œwho gives a **** for whatever happens to this”

I wonder why I’m the sorry one
Feeling horrible for wanting
Oskar Roux
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Oskar Roux  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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