I was stillborn. The midwives laid me aside, thought I was really gone. I laid there about an hour, and they picked me back up and tried again, &#39;cause my body was still warm. The Good Lord brought me back.

There’s something depraved about screwing a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about it. It heats your blood…” And then, after a moment’s meditation— “Can you imagine what she’d be like if she had any feelings?

Even if it is a wrong goal, it helps you moving forward rather than being stuck.

Written By Arux

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