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The Hero In Me


Induce the real me, please. Please. I haven’t showered in two weeks. Food doesn’t placate this hunger. I’m vomiting all the time, and I need your comfort now. You think I haven’t tried without you. I have, I swear. Worlds too bright and harsh for that, but I guess you already knew. Eighty-four degrees and I’m freezing. Lack of you hurts me so. I hate you. I saw road workers today laying asphalt. It made me miss you. I see you bought your friend new cotton. That was sweet, and it cleans him up well. It’s not my first time. We don’t have to go easy now. You’ve gotten bigger since the last one. Thrust into my veins, please. Please. Bones haven’t fainted from the pain yet. So let’s just do it. Squeeze around me. No, not there, little lower, yes you’re fine. Deep breath, keep breathing. Oh god, I love you. Warm flushes thin through the thickness of my skin.
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