What the fuck is going on with me? I'm in independant, impulsive, assertive, loud. I pick weak but beautiful boys, ones that worship the ground I walk on. He is my match, my challenge, my equal. Right now I'm fucking meek. I don't care if the meek shall inherit the earth, I am no such thing. I am submissive. We are disasters colliding, and moderation is not in our vocabulary. We love like beaten children. We love like drug addicts, with desperation and insatiability. I am helpless. He is the perfect drugs.
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