inflictions of change separate you and i from ever being equal. we are severed by common bleeding and aching. God allows me to feel every nuance of his touch and sex and screaming, while you modify your senses to feel less. misery sweetens the blow of love, and its followers. you have guilt for drinking beer on sundays but not for hating me because you want to sink into my body. you want to love every thing you see because you feel adversity breeds form hate. let me tell you a secret: hate and love are twins. you can't have me so you hate me, i can't have you so i love you. don't confuse the sky anymore, let God tell you what to do, and not what to feel.
Reason for writing:
boredom plus expression of desires that i often feel guilty for
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