I can not fuck around like this; my body some form of toy-- an outlit; my mind, the thoughts that run through it some kind of the mistreater in the player of the toy -- the plug. I can't loose my virginity to panic attacks or malfunction meltdowns. This abnormal scrap of love, a type of compost that my type of being will not let settle enough to deep into my soul awakening this hopeless romantic from her grave allowing her to step foot on this land that never loved her. I denounce that in the name of my own sanity and her well -- what's left of it.
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