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you can talk of fucking like it's a joke, and i wonder at the poor blokes who mean so little to you i mention sex like it's a secret, but no one knows my secret and no one notices that i hide need to keep a lid on the dark, better to be frigid than afraid of myself i figure i'll be able to laugh one day, when the wounds have been opened and years have passed, when sex is passe, when fucking is just fucking and i don't know if i'll be myself on that day, or someone else.
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Dec 20, 2013
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