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I found the sun rising before my eyes closed again, up all night with myself, and now eagerly waiting for my dreams to take me away from the stress of my everyday.

I touch myself but it feels different somehow, sometimes, like it’s someone else I’m touching down there.

In the middle of the night I think of so many things. My mind crowded with memories.

Alone, I’m in my bed thinking about touching myself again.

I feel sleep pulling on me as my eyes rebel against my desire to postpone sleep….


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