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Undersatisfied. In every subject. Lost


Undersatisfied. In every subject. Lost subject. Mind focused on sex. Sex. Sex. SEX what s that a way to get back what what was taken lost the pieces are gone never to come back I; Take off my pants More connection less appearance Strangers get more convenience than when I waited There's the nagging again I just want it back The place before you did that that haunts my life Picture me demonizing the best thing about me Strangers things had happened to see it helped me turn to rock I can't stop Make it stop I'm set. in stone. help I can't find my pants
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