(a derivation from 'Post-Ejaculation Depression)
It's a complicated feeling.
The sadness from the desire to have a companion.
As on is unable to have so for simply having nothing to offer.
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The insecurities, bombarding one after another.
A thin un-mascular body (sorry I dunno d proper word),
A small and probably unsatisfying small manhood.
Lack of wealth.
In the borderline of ugliness and not.
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Yet, as one is still a man, capable of emotion and feeling,
Thus one can not help but to still want.
A smile and eyes that shows affection.
A warmth from a soft and gentle hand.
Heartbeats that whispers one is not alone.
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Here comes the melancholy,.
Constantly eating inside as one lies in bed staring the ceiling.
And to distract oneself from all this,
One has to feel arousal and erection even by force.
.
It was a ecstatic.
A pleasant feeling.
And finally, a calm.
Even if for just a moment, everything was fine.
.
But as such is but a fleeting feeling,
Eventually it all comes back.
Hahhhhhhhhhhhh,
Guess it's time to do it again.