Clavicus Vile
I sold your soul for a daedric fleshlight
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- Joined
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I swear most days I can cope fine at least knowing one day I’ll die. But other days, man it feels like dragging my balls against small shards of sharp glass for miles, or having my bones broken by a sledgehammer. It really gets hard some days, knowing never feeling the warmth of a woman in my bed snuggled up with me, telling me she loves me more than anything. Nothing makes up for what I’m lacking, not AI, not masturbation, not hiking, nothing.





