Ace cake, My story.
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Nobody knows what it's like to be asexual. Nobody knows how it happens, i assume you're born that way, the same way you're born gay or straight. but what if asexuality ruined your life?
Knowing that you're different but not how. Trying to find yourself in a maze of madness. Relationships change, things change... please read and give feedback. if you have experiences you want to share of if you have any thoughts please comment a link i've you've shared your story on here, i would like to read them :3
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