Humph. So everybody has a boyfriend or a boytoy. I feel like I've put myself out on the line. Vulerability makes me ill. I need my defenses. I need my walls because I can feel impending doooooooom. I can just read it. I just know. Oh well, I'll try to handle it without massive ammounts of blood. Tis better to be cold and numb then open and bleeding
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