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It is an itch that can’t be scratched, an urge that always lingers.
Like a phantom limb it throbs and tingles, lurking at the edge of awareness.
The sensation cries out for relief, for indulgence to be had.
Neither good nor bad, the flesh-bound feeling knows no moral.
At willpower’s end the drive is met, reason consumed by passion.
But it is a thirst that can’t be quenched, emptiness ever the final result.
by Nicholas Byrley
The inner workings of my brain...
exposed
In the eyes of the law, we reach adulthood the day we turn 18 years old. God help anyone who actually believes that.
...lust is a lovely word & makes love so much more interesting.
anime is for lovers
Creativity, as often as possible
Musings, commentary, and the occasional parade of novelty
Author. Voice Actor. Nerd.
I eat. I sleep. I flee from monsters. And I do not reload. This is my Journal
in the corridor between the asphalt and the sky
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I write because I must
Bite Sized Stories
Attempting Movement.
Mystical Musings from a Woman's Heart
Poetry on the inside...
In the history of language, the first obscenity was silence.
