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I sometimes feel like I can't do this.
But the war amongst my insides kill my frustration.
I never wanted anything but to hold her like the precious girl she is.
She's so deserving of happiness but they won't allow it.
I'm left to writhe and moan in my fake fantasies of soaring over the oceans of flesh
The fields of curls
And the chorus of a thousand sounds
That trickled off her tongue.
I grow sick with the yearning.
I rot inside due to the lack of touch
The lack of rolling climaxes that I must now create.
These feelings dissipate with time.
So now I'm left a virgin in my mind.
Her words that hit me with such impact
It sometimes makes me wonder
And I'm left to suffer
In the public while we're forced to share tortured glances and read into each others thoughts.
'Save me' she said
'Love me' I said
And when we kiss in secret I feel a release of all that coiled frustration
Only for it to strike me once more when we part
Such a bitter disease that I willingly succ
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