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Listen, you know at fifteen, sixteen, someone beautiful arrives and wins you over with childish butterflies. You might become obsessed or think you're in love but you're young - you don't even know what love is. Sometimes, a person can be a security, a little safety blanket or a dummy. A soother to wipe down my feverish head when the night terrors kick back in. You're not that. You're the older, more beautiful, bubbling entity I could tell my life to. Imagine little kids and a house in someplace boring. You're exciting, terrifying, you make me nervous. You make me laugh like a geek and scream like a sinner. "You're a bad girl aren't you." Yes, boy, yes I am. I could be good for you though, I promise I could be.
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Birthday Boy
Listen, you know at fifteen, sixteen, someone beautiful arrives and wins you over with childish butterflies. You might become obsessed or think you're in love but you're young - you don't even know what love is. Sometimes, a person can be a security, a little safety blanket or a dummy. A soother to wipe down my feverish head when the night terrors kick back in. You're not that. You're the older, more beautiful, bubbling entity I could tell my life to. Imagine little kids and a house in someplace boring. You're exciting, terrifying, you make me nervous. You make me laugh like a geek and scream like a sinner. "You're a bad girl aren't you." Yes, boy, yes I am. I could be good for you though, I promise I could be.
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molly-5
Irish
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
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