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Mar 2015
I am a predator
I look for the weaker man
Then bring him to his knees in front of me
To worship me
To love me
I pick out his weakness
And tell him that they are beautiful
I build him up with words
Soft kisses and tight hugs
Make him feel
More than he ever has
Then I break him down
Find flaws in him where I once found joy
I take back my kisses
All of my love
My presence
Then I leave him
And wonder why I am alone
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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