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thankyou sir alex
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Very funny
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why would you feel guilty about masturbating
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Depends...
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if it shot out really fast and landed in someones eye and blinded them for life i would feel guilty but otherwise no
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I once made a thread about this and it got deleted.
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I just feel sad and alone after I've masturbated... that sounds really odd, but I do.
I just have a sense of, is this what my life is all about? |
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Every time I have a tommy I try to make it different. For example, one day I'll go without porn and use my mind, another I'll use my left hand and so on, so usually I feel like I've accomplished something.
I also like choking myself.
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These threads are getting worse
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oh fack off
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Not dirty or depressed...more like 'what was the point in that?' or 'did I really need to do that?', it's hard to explain but yeah, it's a weird feeling.
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Skinny Legend
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Quote:
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The scars on my mind are on replay |
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Quote:
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![]() ![]() At Obe’s Kitchen, it’s lamb-season all-year-round, not just at Easter. I rate that. Flamingo, Fig and the Fire That Remembers. London’s shine is vast; Liverpool’s shine is textured. |
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