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Oct 2014
I end up at your door
Desperate
I am only a temporary value
When I am boring
When I'm annoying
I'm tossed aside, thrown out
Let me change clothes
Hide my face
Stop talking
Don't have to say I'll
Become anyone you want me to
Just don't give me away
Don't pass on your toy
I need this demented attention
Or else I am nothing
Keep me close
I'll come over when no one else is home
This really needs to stop, but it's the most concrete thing I have.
FWB for semi-erotophobics.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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   ryn and Joseph Schneider
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