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Letter to myself:

I see you within the shadows haunting me each night time, torturing me in the course of the day. I see the best way you sneer each time I say I’ll do higher subsequent time. I hear the lies you plant inside my head from morning to night. However I’m by with them. I’m by with you. You’re now not welcome in my thoughts, coronary heart, and soul. You’ve executed sufficient harm. It’s time to pack your luggage and go away. I’m executed masturbating each spare second and sneaking in little doses of porn after I’m dwelling alone or in non-public locations. So rise up and out. Oh sure, I hear you behind my head proper now laughing at my letter and saying I’m simply going to fail once more. Properly, let me put it clearly, I’m executed with.
Yours actually, the free Brandon.

Letter from my intercourse addict:

Ha, you’ll be able to’t beat me. I’m unstoppable. Your few scribbles over there don’t trouble me in the least. I’m staying and you’ll’t cease me. I hope you are feeling ashamed of your futile try at stopping me. I’m grasp you’re servant.
From, the ever tightening chains


Again

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