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You’re not doing me a favor by not telling me how you truly feel. By still fucking me. I’m understanding. I’m smart. I’m fucked in the head and scared of everything. But being real with me is helpful. I’m already broken don’t worry about breaking me down. I get that I’m too much. That’s why I always want to leave. I don’t want to drain you or burden you. I just feel like you want me to feel that it’s me giving up on us when really you’re half way out but it’s nice to have some ass. Don’t have to worry about risking that. I love having sex with you but being emotionally toyed with doesn’t need to be apart of the package. Sex would probably be better with a women emotionally invested sure but if you can fake it I can too

You’re born you grow never knowing anything but being hated. A loser. Ugly. Poor. Dumb. And every word is like a dagger. Not good enough. Then everyone you love leaving you. No answers. Just more disdain. Then hormones. Wants needs more misunderstandings and no answers just more pain. Then your a whore. Alone. Longing for love but you’ll never get it till you find it for yourself, but no one took the time to show you love and no one took the time to understand love or to understand you. And you are love. It can’t be found. You exist and thus it exists. Just be. Did anyone tell you to just be?