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i remember when the night before i had to go to my grandma’s memorial. i was wasted from drinking about 9+ drinks and i was overly emotional. yet, i wanted to have sex. i wanted to fuck away the pain. i wanted to feel anything but the emptiness that was hallowing out my heart. i remember tasting is cum in my mouth and letting that taste stay with me the rest of the late night.
i am watching six feet under re-runs on the tv and it made me think about that night. it was her death that made me stop watching the show. i happened to catch the series last episode and just balled for a few minutes.
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