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Questions lead to answers which lead to more questions and answers... and then I'm questioned when you ask me if I know you love me and I answer with an honest no. What I do feel is my own love and emotions... and how the fuck am I expected to measure love anyway? By the lul in my voice? By how well I take care of things? By the wet between my legs? By my art?
I have friend who says he loves me and can barely hug me for one minute. We were lovers once upon a time and then once upon a time again... you see it was all swept under the rug, and then the rug was stepped on, and now I've been forced to scrub the floor on my hands and knees to clean up his mess. At least I've learned tears make an excellent cleaning agent!
We can all love a rainbow, but being in love is making me tired! Endurance is wonderful but how the fuck am I suppose to feel when I'm honored because I'm the last one standing? Proud... okay. I want to relax! I want to wake up in the arms of my lover and hear I love you and I'm so glad we're together and things like I unconditionally accept you. Guess I better go back to sleep!!
Sussi has red silk sheets!
I have friend who says he loves me and can barely hug me for one minute. We were lovers once upon a time and then once upon a time again... you see it was all swept under the rug, and then the rug was stepped on, and now I've been forced to scrub the floor on my hands and knees to clean up his mess. At least I've learned tears make an excellent cleaning agent!
We can all love a rainbow, but being in love is making me tired! Endurance is wonderful but how the fuck am I suppose to feel when I'm honored because I'm the last one standing? Proud... okay. I want to relax! I want to wake up in the arms of my lover and hear I love you and I'm so glad we're together and things like I unconditionally accept you. Guess I better go back to sleep!!
Sussi has red silk sheets!