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Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Cyber Sex, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
Domination, Bondage, Toys, Multiple People, Sadism & Masochism, Exhibition & Voyeurism |
| Sex is Best: |
Passionate, Loving, Experimental, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
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| I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Meet Me In Person If We Really Click, Talk Dirty to Me, Make Me Do It, Teach Me New Tricks, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Passionate, Dominating, Voyeur, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Fun With Toys, Nasty, Adventurous, Kinky, Wild, Role Player |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
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Sent
12/12/2012
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Haze_4ENA's Scoop
About me:
"Empty Rooms, Louder Echoes"
Haze sits in the corner of a room that used to feel alive.
Now, it’s just silence—and the echo of a name that once made his whole world feel weightless. Smirks. The name tastes like blood in his mouth now. Every wall, every shadow, every breath reminds him of what’s gone.
He doesn’t sleep anymore. Nights stretch like scars across his chest. The bed is too big. The air is too cold. And even the moonlight feels cruel, slipping through the window like a reminder that life outside is still moving—without him. Without them.
He doesn’t cry like he used to. Not loudly. Now, it’s quieter. It’s the kind of pain that leaks out in whispers, in heavy sighs, in long stares at a phone that never lights up. It’s the silence between songs. The pause before saying “I’m fine” when he isn’t. When he’s never been further from fine.
They used to laugh here. Smirks had that way of making everything feel light, even the worst days. Now, even the sunlight feels heavier. The world is still spinning, but Haze is stuck—rooted in the moment Smirks walked away and never looked back.
He talks to the walls sometimes. Pretends they listen. He imagines Smirks walking back in, just once, just for a second. He dreams of that voice saying his name again. But it’s never real. Just ghosts. Just memory playing cruel tricks on a broken heart.
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