Who was she?
I used to think she was a manifestation of my rampant imagination... only something that doesn't exist could be as awesome as her... and want to be with me.
that's probably why she cheated, a bit of reality in the dream.
Who is she?
someone far far away, trying to bring me to her,
I hope so that she can love me,
but I wouldn't mind just being her sex slave... at least I wouldn't be alone anymore.
at the very least it'll give me training on how to give good head to women,
if she kicks me out I can just work as a prostitute for awhile... or die...
Who was I?
A kid looking for a companion in life
Who am I?
a slave waiting for his master.
Time was whispering, it always knows...
which is why I hate it...
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