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You Can't Meet Me

I'm blocked. It doesn't exist.
I'm sad. I want my endless suitors.

So many aimless shooters.
All they want is me.

I'm so great, yet so ugly.
They want me on my knees.

I'm in pain, in agony
Show up.
Come and see!
Written by AfterSexDilemma
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