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"Too sweet," is what he said. Little did he know it had been said to me before. I don't care if there are skeletons in his closet, daemons in his past. I will sit and listen to all his problems, listen as he talks about "done me wrongs." I want to make him feel pure again, whole again. I want to help him forget all the girls that have done him wrong. I have a past too, sure it may not be very bad, but I have seen my share of hurt, heartache, unjustice. He won't "corrupt" me, or pass his bad habits on to me. I have proven myself before. I can be paitent, wait my turn. Prove myself worthy, and hopefully he will choose me in return.
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Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
Seeing through the fog
"Too sweet," is what he said. Little did he know it had been said to me before. I don't care if there are skeletons in his closet, daemons in his past. I will sit and listen to all his problems, listen as he talks about "done me wrongs." I want to make him feel pure again, whole again. I want to help him forget all the girls that have done him wrong. I have a past too, sure it may not be very bad, but I have seen my share of hurt, heartache, unjustice. He won't "corrupt" me, or pass his bad habits on to me. I have proven myself before. I can be paitent, wait my turn. Prove myself worthy, and hopefully he will choose me in return.
sj-stine
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Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
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