Here I am again in total bliss.not bliss... just worry. I have blisters on my feet, bite marks in my neck, skin peeling off my fingers, bleeding lip, and a twisted sense of humor. If only it was that funny. I need a drink, a cigarette. I want to have sex so I can fill that unwanted desire to screw the life out of him. If only it was that easy. I
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