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Six-Legged Boy Toy – Coleman Bomar

antidepressants

erectile dysfunction

sildenafil pills

 

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uber eats day shift

smoothies fill my freezer bag

like kidney transplants

 

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young penis envy

locker room shower slap ass

guys spray their armpits

 

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pornhub on my phone

finally found that one clip

I am so happy

 

 

 
Soy-Snowflake-Soft-Son-Self-Hatred
 
 
Idk who to blame for all this caring. 
You say you’re scared of whales dying
and fundamentalist Christianity. 
As a child, I was scared of cryptids,
quick sand and nuclear weapons. 
Somehow I’m more and less scared 
of the dark now. 
I’ve always worried about getting raped, which is weird because 
I like being sexually dominated.
My relationship with fear is fuckboy-esque. 
I was afraid of an X girlfriend 
until she blackmailed me with a dick pic, 
threatening to post on Facebook
unless I bought her Louboutins. 
We made up years ago. 
Now, I’m scared of dying without enemies
because that’s proof
of not really living your life. 
I just open my computer, the world screams
and it’s impossible 
to close my eyes, say whatever. 
I wish I hated everyone, but I’m scared 
we won’t survive much longer.
As a weakling, I’m afraid of necessary pain.
I worry about disappointing my dad.
Idk who I need to kill to wake up.