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unsatisfied
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adam
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i am.
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990302
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startfires
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screaming feed me fill me up again temporarily pacified
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001012
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grendel
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the_hollow
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001012
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Barrett
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stinkfist, stinkfist, I've gotta stinkfist. (and my elbow smells pretty too)
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001012
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nanny
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the story of my life
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011215
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cube
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short story. perhaps you should consider a hobby that benefits others. helping the homeless must be very fulfilling ...
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011215
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emmi
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i've never been as not in the mood as i was last night...it's a new experience. i felt annoyed when you accidentally trapped my hair somewhere under your knee/elbow/hand. i kept thinking, what are you fantasizing about? i thought, do you really love me enough? am i doing the right thing after all, am i sure about this guy? when you sounded like you were really enjoying yourself and started going at it faster and harder, i got angry that you might make me sore. and i felt as if i had to fake my pleasure myself...i was angry that i've never had an orgasm with you, i blamed you for it. when you finished, i wanted you to get off me right away. you snored all night and i hit you in the ribs and pushed you away. i was very annoyed that i got not pleasure and i felt used. it was awful...i hope this doesn't happen again.
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050121
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emmi
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not = no........
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050121
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Syrope
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it really does baffle me it can be the smallest things
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050209
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emmi
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his energy lasts...only until he has pleased himself. FINE, GO TO SLEEP THEN.
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050423
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rage
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what the fuck is wrong?
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060716
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next to Nobody
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HUNGER.
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060716
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misstree
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how often will i be left wanting? trying to keep my cool as i'm near climbing the curtains, wondering, wanting to wail and howl but there's nothing. there's something either dead or away and i know it with the gut that is rarely wrong, the one i never listen to and always should have. i am strapped into the roller coaster. i can't help it. right now, it hurts. before, bliss. after, who knows. what am i for but enduring. to my horror, parts of me thrive on it. even the hunger feeds a bit of beast i would gladly excise, if only i could do without it. it would take so little to fill me.
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060721
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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