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| You could be a dreamer, a romantic, someone to bring light to the many dark crevices of life. But you've been held back against your will, forced to become something you didn't want. The smiles are nothing more than hidden sneers. Who are these megalomaniacs, are they so lost in worlds of self grandeur that they fail to see past their own mirrors?�It's the Internet... you can be whoever you want to be, so why not be a pretentious asshole? I hate you.� There is only one remaining grace, I am a scorpion. �You can never scare me. You will never beat me. You dream of this passion.� In one foul swoop we become that which we hate.� After being signed up for a week, I have come to the conclusion that this is pretty much for lazy beggars pretending to be dommes whilst seeking 'tributes', or for lesbians. Which is a dire shame.
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