The premature ejaculation

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How quickly I lost you, split seconds would laugh in sight of me and cupid has wasted far too many arrows.

I found a glimpse of hope, a source of light but my soul was stripped and what remains now is a photocatalyst.

My surprise intrigues me, I know too well the inevitability of my presence eventually unwanted.

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