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For all the hateful glares I ever received On the topic of who I kissed the day before I always knew deep down inside I was begging for it I never could learn how to say no to any type of attention Especially that of those who had once been mine I remember the first time I realized this Feeling so satisfied with my wicked ways I thought this was exactly who I had been chosen to be The stares got longer as the years went on And I was left wondering more than once If they even knew the type of men they had "Loved" And how they promised me so much Or if it was just an empty gesture that meant nothing It haunted me for years, leaving a burning in my chest I had done it for pride and for revenge Even once for the overwhelming feeling of regret But I never learned how to believe I was enough We say so much is different now but if you left tomorrow And still came home for a little cold comfort I would pathetically fall right into your arms And the title I see most fit
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
The other woman
For all the hateful glares I ever received On the topic of who I kissed the day before I always knew deep down inside I was begging for it I never could learn how to say no to any type of attention Especially that of those who had once been mine I remember the first time I realized this Feeling so satisfied with my wicked ways I thought this was exactly who I had been chosen to be The stares got longer as the years went on And I was left wondering more than once If they even knew the type of men they had "Loved" And how they promised me so much Or if it was just an empty gesture that meant nothing It haunted me for years, leaving a burning in my chest I had done it for pride and for revenge Even once for the overwhelming feeling of regret But I never learned how to believe I was enough We say so much is different now but if you left tomorrow And still came home for a little cold comfort I would pathetically fall right into your arms And the title I see most fit
jordan-molina
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
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