Monday, November 27, 2017 (Series 2) (Part Three)

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The darkness of my room surrounds me. The silence inside, the noise of the world outside barely audible. My thoughts fill me. Memories and dreams and hopes and prayers. I remember things gone and things I hope to be.


A random meeting in the past. A random man, older man, his mouth devouring me. It feels great. What's nice about this memory is that he left afterwards. I filled him and he left. There was always something missing. Love. Effection. Desire beyond my imagination. I imagined myself with a boy my age while the older man was down below.


Times gone.

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