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Nights and Hours Alone

I am restless at night. I feel it growing with desire. The shaft is ready. Shall I ever be happy? These hours alone wishing I had someone to touch me everywhere.

In these moments I feel of myself. I imagine touching someone else.

I try to sleep but all I can think of is touching myself. It’s hard to get to sleep when you’ve been alone for so many hours and nights.

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