Lover-loser
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So I call me an aroace But in fact, I'm fucking chess game, Where you seem to be playing alone. I have been that much scared since childish times, So I don't want to be a lover-loser, I had better prefer to play like I'm in love and want to fuck you. I would prefer to be a liar just because I'm afraid of being alone that much, So my mind makes my lap pain when I'm in front of you. Babe, I really feel that I am going to puke because of your touch, And your kisses started to annoy me that much So it makes me want to cut out your tongue. I hate you for being that lovely and sweet. I hate you because you don't get what I do. Babe, you can use any poses, show your attention, But I will never love you or feel any attraction. No, not a big deal, I just always feel like I'm sick, Because you want more and more, but I'm always "not enough". And I hate myself because I can't just go, Because I am so afraid of being alone, That I will even let you break my spine.
2023-09-02 17:22:49
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