I feel a depression desperately attempting to shove it's hands into my chest and latch onto any organ it can get a hold of. Most of the time, I'm in denial enough to claim that I'm happy right now. It feels as if my mind is laying a light anesthetic over my body. A wall just thick enough to keep the depression away. But lately, it's been getting ( Read more... )

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I want somebody to appreciate my body.
But I don't want to fuck anymore.

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