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Death then? Love now. Love what teaches. Despair

combined with sex and poor impulse control


teaches. During a game of Truth or Dare

I learned that the emotional black-hole


called my psyche isn’t good at keeping

friends. The Dare: show me base pleasures. Others


tsk’d-tsk’d. Look where it got them. Still, snogging

takes groin-stirring skill and I know what stirs


your groin, or so I thought. I got confused

and then frightened when you began to cry.


That was neither long death or little bliss,

only shame. When friends say that they felt used


that’s on you. Learn from this, fool. Don’t reply

with a sigh that a kiss is just a kiss —