So, i'm moving further back than i would've hoped. Hey, wait, shouldn't that be a bad thi nvisioned myself running as fast as my muscles could take me, speeding from my house, sprinting to the highway, taking a massive dive over the edge, leaping, flying, flailing through the air, hurtling towards the solid cement, what a rush, what a goddamn rush, rain beating against my skin half naked fighting the air and hitting the cement, cracking my face against the road and shattering my bones and i was cryi ng if i said i didn't need to be held right now. But don't we all really need to be? Perhaps; those who have never really been cuddled, never really been wanted. Can anyone really say they don't want to be wanted? And older version would explain why. A more recent version would leave it there. The earliest versions would be sleeping. Some versions would be fucking. I wonder what the specifications of the current version are? It do n't know "gentle". i've done hard, i've done it fast, i've done it and done it again, and i've never just not bloody done it. I really, really nee