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Apr 2015
He wasn't about to know what surpassed
when he bit my neck and squeezed my ***
I wasn't about to fall victim again
under rough hands of a hungry man
I did that before, whispering about love
the very first time I merged with someone
He took what he wanted and left for good
leaving me broken and misunderstood
**** and ***** were tossed about
and as my armor thickened so did my heart
This time I'll be taking whatever I need
and protecting my one unfuckable piece
Written by
Ashlyn Starre
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