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Hans Bouffmyhre & Flug - Misplaced Emotion (Marco Bailey Remix) [SLEAZE RECORDS (UK)]
i am so angry at her, at myself. i am fighting everyone but i'm really just angry at her. i'm just betrayed, and broken, and hurt, and destroyed. she isn't here and there is no one left to save. but i'm fighting because even without a body to fight with or against, i can't stop, like punching out in my sleep at the enemies in my dreams.
I've noticed this: when it's the first date, and you fuck, the guy holds you much better than he does the next few times. The first date, you're sort of the stand-in for whomever he loved last, before he fully realizes that you're not her, and so you get all this nice residue emotion. I felt cherished, tucked into his belly, like we'd known each other for years and I was his wonderful girl and we both slept great.
Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt
