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Feb 2011
I drive to your house only late at night,
To take off my clothes and turn off the lights.
I stare into the pillow because I hate your ******* eyes,
I don't know why I do it,
It makes me sick inside.
When its over, you touch my skin, you hold me close, you watch me as I slowly close my eyes.
I wake up to the sunlight, your dreams far from mine, your body is right next to me, unreachable, cold and empty feeling begin to hurricane in my mind.
Left neglected like a teenager's childhood doll, you leave me there to sleep, not even saying a single word, barely even a goodbye as I walk out of your front door.
Never knowing if I will see you again.
I drive home full of guilt, knowing I should have said no, what's worse is I know you have someone else, that you will spend all day playing couple with, and I'm too lonely and pathetic to let this go.
Justine
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Justine  33/F/Pacific Northwest
(33/F/Pacific Northwest)   
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