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I had spent the great light of my day rigorously pondering the question of what I should be feeling or thinking with open arms. The only overwhelming flood of sensation that I savored was the nothing of thoughts infusing my body down to the very skin. A personal discovery made tremendous by the hollow my heart occupied, or better yet its permanent home. Was it the murder of me by the great "I" that lived day in and day out ravaging where I would find it? Alas, my body never stops to find where its desired feel or thinking of what it is suppose to...Whatever that means? I have just felt it more gently to feed the menace that breaths the feel good message of lingering hope to flood a false deed I seek deep inside. I am human for the most part... The consuming need to please my inner most perverse self that I am. A variety my thirst not wants, but needs. Guilty I was made to be, never to reach for the innocence offered to me with soothing hands, but never erotic, not passionate. A drug that washes the very person drowned by desire. I surrender To GREED, I surrender to WANT and I give up to an expired fantasy of a perfect life that has haunted me like a cursed ghost.....I SURRENDER!!! This mind never remembered where exactly it forfeited the ideal of true love, for the reality of loving Lust



Hanz The King of Pirates