I can't do it.
I can't fucking do it.
My own body tells me I can't do it, it stays cold and unresponsive no matter what.
My own brain tells me I can't do it, as if it's immune to mental stimulation.
I'm not ready.
Thank God for my revolving doors. Cause when I love,
IT'S FUCKING REAL!
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