hurt
my
self...
So we're clear that I am a porn connoisseur.
I have my preferences, favorite movies and actresses, and have taken notes on... well, how to do it.
Shouts to Peter North and Mr. Marcus.
I've written songs and esoteric lines about... 2 in particular, but... may faves know who they are.
I
hurt
my
self
...
one day.
I found the jenesecois of the beautiful, untouchable, unapproachable femaliens in my life in many of the stars and starlets I adore.
I indulged.
And I
...
hurt myself.
Already in a macho enviroment, I snuck off into the bathroom and watched them.
Already insecure, I watched them get done right.
Already alone, I heard pleas unheard in my own bedroom endeavors.
And I continued.
As I arrived (15 minutes of heartbroken forced self-pleasure), I told the one I was watching that I love her.
Out loud.
The pain was so great, it made me cum more.
Masturbation is the new carving.
And I dont want to cum anymore.
Beating suicide is a goal itself.
Continuing to live while everything pushes you in that direction makes life seem like a scheme to make one do it.
Yet porn is an addiction.
Of course Im gonna watch you again.
You get nothing but chivalry from me when and if we cross paths.
Still...
I
hurt
my
self...
Today.
-so mote it be
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