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I'm crumbling again. I can feel it. I need contact. Human contact. This urge to feel and be felt. No matter how hard. How soft. How painful. How pleasureful. This craving. This emptiness. It can not be filled.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
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I'm crumbling again. I can feel it. I need contact. Human contact. This urge to feel and be felt. No matter how hard. How soft. How painful. How pleasureful. This craving. This emptiness. It can not be filled.
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Empty-Girl
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Empty-Girl
29/Gender Fluid
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
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