To want to escape.

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  • I was never comfortable in society. From an early age I knew there was nothing for me on shore. Some days, long before I went to sea, I would sit on the beach and gaze out at the Pacific for hours.
    I found my place, on the sea. I could earn a living there, raise a child there and find a peace that the land just could not provide me.
    To this day, my only real connection to the land is a 3" x 5.5" PO Box.

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    • give me your p/o box. unless your scared. in your case po stands for Pussy out because you're too afraid to have mail sent to a real address. now let me predict your "erudite contribution":

      "Again thank you for all this attention. I LOVE IT! Keep it up. My ego is just bursting with happiness that I consume so much of your time and thoughts. Little old me getting so much attention. Whoda thunk? Thank you, Oh Thank you, Thank you."

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      • Just exactly would you consider a "real address"?
        The fourth wave east of Point Sabine? Dumbass.

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        • I see you deleted your previous reply like a good little pussy boy.

          I'm still not seeing an address, so I'm going to assume you're scared. A scaredy cat talking big under an anonymous username on the Internet doesn't do much but make me laugh, so thanks for that, fag.

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