the thought of loving you is uncomfortable and ackward.i dont think i do nor do i want to.i dont want to sleep with you. but sadly i die every hour i contemplate you holding me and what it would be like. i die every hour i know this cant be. i die every hour i talk to you through empty conversations on fb. i die every hour i remember how old you are and i am married

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