I get afraid of the thought.
I get afraid of the journal itself.
I shove you in my drawer.
I threw in the waste bin.
I had to walk up, coughing, with the covers wrapped around me, the wires pinning me to the bed, as I knocked the bin down grabbing you with my toes.
I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer, realizing that you are nothing.
Empty, blank with my scribbles from earlier. I curl to sleep as you lull me into my nightmares.
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Basically my thoughts are filled with winning Script Frenzy with The Gray Fear which is a rather sick, humorous and erotic (if you can call weird peeling off skin parts that) script with sexuality stereotypes with a dark tint which everything I write has.
Yes, I'm in love with it, because asexual is cool.
Asexual is the main character, which is a female, which I don't usually do, maybe she is as cool as Roberta or maybe even cooler.
Day Twenty Nine
I get afraid of the journal itself.
I shove you in my drawer.
I threw in the waste bin.
I had to walk up, coughing, with the covers wrapped around me, the wires pinning me to the bed, as I knocked the bin down grabbing you with my toes.
I wrapped my arms around you, pulling you closer, realizing that you are nothing.
Empty, blank with my scribbles from earlier. I curl to sleep as you lull me into my nightmares.
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Basically my thoughts are filled with winning Script Frenzy with The Gray Fear which is a rather sick, humorous and erotic (if you can call weird peeling off skin parts that) script with sexuality stereotypes with a dark tint which everything I write has.
Yes, I'm in love with it, because asexual is cool.
Asexual is the main character, which is a female, which I don't usually do, maybe she is as cool as Roberta or maybe even cooler.
Day Twenty Nine
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