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Mar 2015
With a girl in my grasp, her heart entitled to me.
Her face shines with beauty, her soul hurt but pure.
Her love swapped with mine.She trust me, as do I.
But I asked her.
For a Picture.
She implied she didn't care.
She said she loves me, made me feel Alive.
But truthfully I was dead inside.
This girl, I love with all my heart.
Sent me a Picture.
Because I asked.
She says it's fine, she says she trust me.
Which is good.
But I wanted to be different.
I wanted her for her. Not for her body.
I feel almost dead now.
I feel pathetic for drooping that low.
I wanted to help her.
I didn't want the Picture
But I asked for it anyways.
Quentin House
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Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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   Arlo Disarray
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