I need one.
I get like bad urges. I'll be sitting around doing homework or something and then bam! I'm an animal. Every last bit of my body wants sex and I can feel my heart rate spike as I think about it.
And all these redheads in this city? Murder! I would get on so many of them and leave every one gasping for breath.
What am I?
- Jesus
- I’m just a cold face on the street, slow and somber in my patterns. I’m just a friend you’ll never meet, I am the love that never happens. My days exist in meaningless ways, I need a way to shake this; I’m making lost time famous.
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