takentooyoung

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Hot. as usual, as always
But inside of me awakes a monstrous yet farmiliar feeling of not being satisfied. A hole you can't fill, an itch you can't scratch. The little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it.

abstemiousness was never my forte and as instict replaces reason regression is total. I just can't behave. But hey, Shush it's a secret .

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