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Irresolute Arousal
Our impending passion flickers and dwindles in the midst of our weak justifications. We begin throbbing and pulsating vigorously and then, apologetically, we abort. Before we finish our infused attempt, we have talked ourselves out of the underlying motivation as if it was a conjured up fantasy to lure us from some more productive venture. Apologetically, we make all sort of acceptable and palatable excuses to sooth our vexation, resolved that we can be tamed and be brought under submission. Such pitiful liars we are!




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