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Please Remove Your Watch,' He Said. 'in My Domain Time Isn't A Factor.

Secrets Are My Currency: I Deal In Them For A Living. The Secrets Of Desire, Of What People Really Want, And Of What They Fear The Most. The Secrets Of Why Love Is Difficult, Sex Complicated, Living Painful And Death So Close And Yet Placed Far Away. Why Are Pleasure And Punishment Closely Related? How Do Our Bodies Speak? Why Do We Make Ourselves Ill? Why Do You Want To Fail? Why Is Pleasure Hard To Bear?

One Would Hope, As Well That Intimacy Would Leave More Of A Mark, That More Of It Would Remain. But It Doesn’t. You Just End Up Thinking, Who Is This Person?

All The Same, My Depression And Self-hatred, My Desire To Mutilate Myself With Broken Bottles, My Numbness And Crying Fits, My Inability To Get Out Of Bed For Days And Days, The Feeling Of The World Moving In To Crush Me, Went On And On. But I Knew I Wouldn't Go Mad, Even If That Release, That Letting-go, Was A Freedom I Desired. I Was Waiting For Myself To Heal.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.