I've come to the sad conclusion my vagina is broken. It's suspended in a hiatus of forced celibacy, how the hell did this happen. To wish upon a star and nothing but dust appears. It has got to be broken, i mean it just sits and just thinks repeatedly about the act of its prior owner. Yes I said owner, hell I might still be owned. Twinkle, twinkle on a star how does your vagina break into little parts. I have no words for this desolate regimen of abstinence. Maybe she's waiting on a fairytale, a toast to matrimony, an indignation of forever bliss. Or maybe she is just broken and i am forever to be tormented by the scent...
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