I fiddle with my limp dick while pretending to care for the day to day routine of isolation, no vacation, just dreaming of a life when I’m lacking, these thoughts are attacking my confidence, no reassurances, hope is a balloon floating through tunnels in my mind popping with each moment that confirms my continued solitude.
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