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You cannot find what you are seeking in the arms of another. You cannot cuddle or **** your way into peaceful oblivion. You have to carve the chair in which you sit. You have to make it comfortable. To make it fit you. Where your legs are not pressed and remain restless. One where your back does not feel heavy with the weight of your head. Only you can mold something to suit your bones.
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Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 11:34 PM UTC
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You cannot find what you are seeking in the arms of another. You cannot cuddle or **** your way into peaceful oblivion. You have to carve the chair in which you sit. You have to make it comfortable. To make it fit you. Where your legs are not pressed and remain restless. One where your back does not feel heavy with the weight of your head. Only you can mold something to suit your bones.
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Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 11:34 PM UTC
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