Stagnant

Stagnant

A Poem by Lockedheart

The things I struggled with at 18 
followed me to 22
I tried to fight against myself 
there was nothing I could do 

still wandering 
afraid and incomplete 
no direction next 
won't leave my lair of defeat 

I'm asking for help 
I'm quickly getting old
the fear of doing nothing 
is eating away at my soul 

© 2025 Lockedheart


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Hi dear,
22 is still so young . you’ve only just begun your journey. There’s a whole world ahead of you, so don’t lose hope. If you keep searching, you will find your way. And if you ever need someone to listen, I’m here for you.



Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Neha is wright my dear At 22 I was much like you . Only being a man my desires then to show > whatever I did would not hide the bulge
A lady discovered me at 25 'Hot lips' was the adres from one suiter she taught me what and where of her erogenous zones
Daily she used my body to satisfy her needs I named her 'Ever Ready'
Her breasts were out as soon as we were close
Shirt and pants she took off me before I could remove my shoes sheath was on she had me on the bed riding me like a horse Along the straights at full speed she jumped the fences one by one eight nine ocasionally ten #My strength all gone by then
She was 25 plus ten

Posted 4 Months Ago


Hi dear,
22 is still so young . you’ve only just begun your journey. There’s a whole world ahead of you, so don’t lose hope. If you keep searching, you will find your way. And if you ever need someone to listen, I’m here for you.



Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 14, 2025
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Lockedheart
Lockedheart

Palm Harbor, FL