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Call my name Lord so that I may sleep without the guilt of her masochistic episodes! They eat away at my empty stomach; the ulcer’s juices are the least favorite effect I have of contrition. Sometimes I wish and exert my libido to the idea of slashing open my stomach and wringing out.  Finding myself…. Never did I think that there was nothing there but disillusion.

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[Katherine Moure]

Good luck with searching your guts for yourself. Try the cranial area.