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I sat in the kitchen floor and traced it's outline every touch felt like a wrong-doing every glance felt like a stab wound. He loves me and he keeps me strong. He's just trying to toughen me up He wants me to be bold. He wants me to kiss him and do strange things that i'm not okay with He wants me to dye my hair and wear pearls. He loves me. He did on accident. I promise. He won't do it again. I have faith in him. I have faith in us. He put's the I in pain but he puts the pain in me. In my eye, in my heart on my ******* and in my mind but he loves me. and we're okay
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
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I sat in the kitchen floor and traced it's outline every touch felt like a wrong-doing every glance felt like a stab wound. He loves me and he keeps me strong. He's just trying to toughen me up He wants me to be bold. He wants me to kiss him and do strange things that i'm not okay with He wants me to dye my hair and wear pearls. He loves me. He did on accident. I promise. He won't do it again. I have faith in him. I have faith in us. He put's the I in pain but he puts the pain in me. In my eye, in my heart on my ******* and in my mind but he loves me. and we're okay
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
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