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Dec 2014
I think you got me mistaken, for someone else. I don't know you, not the way you think I do. I am want you promised you would never need, the thing you tried to never want, but couldn't resist. The very thought of me sends your pulse racing. Your mouth waters as your mind races as desire clouds your thought. Sad but true I control you more than you do. Inside each and every thought fatal attraction like a drug and the person who bought its based on pure satisfaction to the pointΒ Β the dependency guides your actions it can be a drug or a human being the same is for you as is for me. An addiction isn't always a drug you need, it's more about what you don't what to feel or see. Lately my vice as been getting the best of me cause it gets me more than I understand me.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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