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Dec 2013
And what's the point? I'm sure you're with another boy, I know I've had my share of toys, but it's not the same without her voice, and oh god how she moans, I swear to god it haunts my own throat.
There's a lump in my throat that won't ever leave.
EphemeralLikeGold
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EphemeralLikeGold  23/M
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