I could do it myself.
I could almost see myself.
I could disguise myself.
I could do it myself.
I could do with one myself.
I could feel my toes going numb from the cold seeping into my boots and I pulled myself.
I could feel myself.
I could get myself.
I could hardly admit to myself.
I could hear the thumping of sexually suggestive music from above as I wedged myself.
I could justify it all much better to myself.
I could no longer trick myself.
I could not count on myself.
I could not speed myself.
I could see a message icon from earlier and reminded myself.
I could torture myself.
I couldn’t bring myself.
I couldn’t congratulate myself.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
I couldn’t help myself.
I couldn’t live with you and lie to you and I certainly couldn’t lie to myself.
I couldn’t really bring myself.
I couldn’t stop myself.
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