I'm getting that feeling again. Restlessness. Loneliness. Whatever the Hell it is. Every corpuscle in my body want to reach out and touch someone. My skin, pained and ached, screaming out for contact. I want to be somewhere else. Somewhere that's not real. I want to be someone else for a night. I want to break off the shackles that tie me into
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that was poetic.
dirty but poetic.
someone is a VERY horny
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