I Like To (Mind) Fuck

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I probably wouldn’t be around right now if it weren’t for my boyfriend. He brings me back to center and makes me feel less insane. He brought me back to life. He is honestly the best friend I’ve never had. As we speak, I’m going insane. As soon as he heard me crying when I called he said he was coming.

He’s gotten the closest to knowing my deepest darkest secret and the only person I’ve thought about telling. Without him, I very well may have offed myself by now. He’s my fucking anchor and without my anchor I’d just float away without direction whilst viscous waters batter me endlessly.

I can’t wait to see his face. I just can’t can’t wait. He’s gonna help me make it better. He’s made me so much better as a person already.


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