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I’m invisible. | A Dissolute Life Means...
When it’s quiet, it’s a roar. Stillness doesn’t suit me, yet I’m certain it fits like a glove. Goddamn I wish someone loved me – even a little. I keep seeing men from my past who swore they weren’t interested in a girlfriend Now, with girlfriend! I am like a stinky cheese. I sound decadent, …