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He told me he loved my long hair, the way it framed my face. Accentuated my green eyes. A sort of beautiful nesting place. And so I cut it off. He told me he loved the way I loved Jesus. My faith was inspiring. He admired me. I was what he believed. And so I stopped praying. He told me he loved that I was chaste. So pure. his ravenous heart found a cure, between my legs. And now it's his. He hated cigarettes with a passion, I smoked them all ****** and ashen. He thought it was endearing, the way I cringed at vulgarity. My filthy mouth was once a rarity. But my new favorite word was **** He hated drugs, and so I did them. He loved me, and so I didn't. I pushed and pulled and twisted and fought, until he didn't know who he loved. And so he forgot.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
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He told me he loved my long hair, the way it framed my face. Accentuated my green eyes. A sort of beautiful nesting place. And so I cut it off. He told me he loved the way I loved Jesus. My faith was inspiring. He admired me. I was what he believed. And so I stopped praying. He told me he loved that I was chaste. So pure. his ravenous heart found a cure, between my legs. And now it's his. He hated cigarettes with a passion, I smoked them all ****** and ashen. He thought it was endearing, the way I cringed at vulgarity. My filthy mouth was once a rarity. But my new favorite word was **** He hated drugs, and so I did them. He loved me, and so I didn't. I pushed and pulled and twisted and fought, until he didn't know who he loved. And so he forgot.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
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