A title to come [Quick Poetry]

i have been masturbating,

often more impulsive than ever

but fear is a powerful leash

for every shoot of pleasure flash will

never be enough.

I have been raised this way,

my fault for surrogating my own conception to a point.

of misery.

or is it the shame as soon as your vials flow through

then again you will regret every second spent.

we will die.

i am young, still have poetry, or potential,

rarely will i evoke a certain idea

for it to pleasure itself in front of me

this will be the last straw

i will not fail

i will build a better house to compel the sins

brought by my own restraints.

Give her my love,

she deserves everything.

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