A desert isle. Adrift at sea. These are the places I have left my secret self, the one who indulges, who excites, who saturates. But this is not where I meant to keep her. She is not to be a prisoner, not to be abandoned. I have rented this dinghy, and I will sail to her. Slowly but surely, I will arrive on her shore, and I will rescue her. Then I will be whole again. Then I will be free of this distress.
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