It's such a wild, desirable feeling that creeps and crawls through the crevices of want. It's the unattainable feeling of wanting less, but more. So much more. It's quality vs. quantity, and my thirst for the physicality's win. Every. Time. It has nothing to do with the outside world. No. But much less. The faces of awe-induced satisfaction are what bring me to this place of longevity. For I long to accept the facts behind the deceits. This one's for you.
And my longing.
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