once you allow yourself to open up to others around you,
only then can you be real.
i hear moans from the room next to me.
she's not even suppose to be here.
she's not wanted here.
she's not allowed here.
she's not my problem, but fuck man,
be strong and stay true to yer word.
it's called inner strength and it feels better than any sex.
sex brings...
emotions that hide out until yer shields down,
until your teeth are through yer tounge and there's nothing left to bite.
sex brings...
false solutions, pseudo resolutions,
and a fake realization of time and space.
sex brings...
anger that blooms like the red rose that's never picked,
the once raging drunk phone calls concerning dicked,
past experiences and hostilities,
morph into 1-on-1's, shout'n disabilities.
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