Skin Hunger and the Taboo of Wanting to be Touched
How can I say that I fear I’ll never date again without feeding the monster? No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
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But when did I last see the babyshift not
No one owes me their touch; I am starving for it just the same.
Failure, failure, failure.
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