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Show me you love me
without touching me.
Show me you care
without gifts or money.
give me your time.
give me your heart.
give me your pain.
Let me experience you
and give you all I have left.

Files found on phone part3 (12/18/13) Asexual

I feel sick enough to vomit.
I am an insignificant blip on a scatograph
of a worthless and meaningless phrase.

A phrase who's very definition can defy itself.
In what way can a title be less meaningful.

But perhaps I was better at
Being a dysfunctional truth.
A direct meaning, in a direct way.
Where you can fail but still meet its basic requirement.

The title gave me a solace and comradery,
I finally had a place
that I didn't have to hide
or pretend or lie.
My body and mind were mine
but it felt too good to be right
I guess I should have known.

That no matter what my aversion to
the sexual human condition is,
I'll never find the peace of mind I need.