Loneliness, is hard quell.
And you'll do anything to feel something else, anything else.
Meaningless sex.
A temporary bliss at best.
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What a compelling and sad voice! A sense of lack gnaws at a person from within, leading to acts of self-indulgence. It's as if an eternal child were trapped inside a prison, build from compulsive habit patterns.
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What a compelling and sad voice! A sense of lack gnaws at a person from within, leading to acts of self-indulgence. It's as if an eternal child were trapped inside a prison, build from compulsive habit patterns.