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Wednesday, October 1, 2008
can't we just sleep tonight?
you want the story? fine, here it is:
so i met this guy, michael, and we started talking; keep in mind, what makes this story pathetic is that all correspondense is over the internet. this guy fucking lives in virginia.
we ended up talking about very sexual things, and everything just went from there.
he knows more about me than my own mother does, or would care to know.
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and now, he has some pictures of me that i'd rather not talk about, and i know exactly, blow for blow, what he does while staring at them.
i'm terrified that he's going to betray my trust,
but i get the feeling that maybe it'll be okay.
i didn't want you all thinking something else had happened.
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