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LOVE IN A HOPELESS PLACE

You know you've been through this before. You know searching for comfort, a place to relieve yourself should take time, so you can fully 'rest' when you find that place. You know you should look for a good spot and not just some random 'place' without privacy.
You know all these, but you're running out of time. Your patience is thinning and your mind is running wild. You run to a place for comfort, it's not secure. Then to another place, not secure. Then ahead, and ahead, till you finally find somewhere you can be you.
You look out for signs of danger, you see none. It's been a long time of binge eating on junk and now it's time to let it all out. 

You pull your trousers down and release the big lump of shit into the Bush.
You let out an orgasmic 'ahhhhhhh' and your waist thunders in relief.

Some people find love in hopeless places, like friend zoned besties but people like us that eat everything we see? We find love in the nearest toilet (or Bush) . 

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  1. Unknown7 September 2018 at 08:47

    Really, kinda thought you were talking about relationships

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    1. Amodu Winnie9 September 2018 at 09:51

      Thanks for reading. I'm a bit private with my love life so it's going to be hard to see anything on that here. Lol

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  2. Unknown7 September 2018 at 12:13

    lol

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  3. Unknown14 September 2018 at 11:46

    I love your style of writing👌👍👊

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