Under the influence of pure emotion the thought process hasta rebound eventually... N somewhere in the mix of seeing the heart to have want it wants things aren't worth mentioning... Building for a moment to come out are words on the defensive side of fuck the pain... When the mind can't take the confusion of actions by a trusted one n reasons there's nothing else to gain... Not a single thing past the comfort of the weak know wanting be felt in any way they can get... Wasting the time others as thoughts change somewhere at the ends relations that are well over spent... Feet first in the shallows resting with the horizon in the head... Yet plunge deeper than thrusts getting laid upon the surface of the bed... One sided conflictions of an immature state in which everything becomes a drama played out... Listening what's been held in spew as the tongue unrolls the mouth... Unable to comprehend what it truly takes to be compatible through feeling n the mental acknowledgement that two are ready to tango... Having to walk away empty handed pride following the get on the hang low... Jus to regain what an other tried to steal knowing they weren't for dinner real adult content... Handing out the inner makings like candy trying to capture what becomes the inevitable evidence...
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