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With everyone else I think:

I’m so fucking tired of sending pictures to online strangers especially since nobody is fucking interesting at all. They just want to inspect every inch of your body like its a fucking modeling audition just to have a cup of coffee in public and meeting them is pointless, since no one has one intelligent or thoughtful comment to bring to a casual conversation. They are all disposable human beings, pathetic Polaroid pawns…. And then with him I think: A hundred and nineteen of his words later and I’m shaking. Each one, crafted with a chisel Each one, a poisonous pin prick- I’d do anything; for more I’d crawl for more I’d give all of my money I’d plead for more I’d cry and break glass whatever it could take or would to just get one more word from his lips one more’maybe’ I’m a child and a fool one more ‘no’… He doesn’t see me I’d do anything, I have no regrets But his absence- And yet A mere twelve hours of silence later and I’m shaking still, trapped. Each thought, self manipulation Each thought, his to control…

He may not even be that great, I know. But he has never asked me for a picture. He just took a chance that my mind had something worthwhile in it… and now, I’m addicted.