Restraint
I grip my sheets in a fury of frustration. Why did I have to push my attention on to you. I'll leave when you want me to, it can only be me who felt what I felt.
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I grip my sheets in a fury of frustration. Why did I have to push my attention on to you. I'll leave when you want me to, it can only be me who felt what I felt.
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