Non-Fiction Bit #...?
I've failed you miserably. I lost control of myself again and here I am. This swirling, murky mess of something I could call home by now. I don't have any strength to fight it off, and I don't know how to even begin to lift my hand to my eye to keep the light from blinding me. All I fucking want is to be able to want something. Really, really feel all of something and want all of something. To control my hands and the space between my thighs that the light shines through and at the same time I don't even fucking care. Let them come.
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