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I get these bursts of want, of extreme need to be someone's something When I see someone being somebody's someone And I'll feel lonely and longing and that urge to touch touch touch someone in a way I never do. I want to massage your head ** and touch your ears and have you touch me and i wonder how long has it been since that happened it was so long ago i MISS it in a way i didn't 3 minutes ago and now my head is full with it and i want nothing more but your touch and touching you ** The best way I can explain it is having an addiction of sorts. You train yourself to stop craving something But you have a bite and you descend straight to hell.
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
The feel of forgetting
I get these bursts of want, of extreme need to be someone's something When I see someone being somebody's someone And I'll feel lonely and longing and that urge to touch touch touch someone in a way I never do. I want to massage your head ** and touch your ears and have you touch me and i wonder how long has it been since that happened it was so long ago i MISS it in a way i didn't 3 minutes ago and now my head is full with it and i want nothing more but your touch and touching you ** The best way I can explain it is having an addiction of sorts. You train yourself to stop craving something But you have a bite and you descend straight to hell.
hell addiction love crave
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 3:35 PM UTC
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