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Like I often do, I was looking at my body. The length of it, the brown of it. I can't help but to feel some type of way, about the fact that no one is appreciating my body. You know, the length of it and the brown of it. No one is missing this body. No one is hungry for it. Not even myself. I use my body. I push a button until something happens. No caressing. No slowing down. Just fast and now.