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*** is Medicine

She leads with sexuality.

She says **** me," instead of

hello.

If she says, "I love you already."

don't run away, don't

worry, it only means,

"How was your day?"

 

It means something

normal.

 

If she doesn't say it, still, she isn't

normal.

 

Her eyes begin every sentence with,

"Will you love me?

Will you **** me?

Will you promise to never

leave me?"

 

And when you say, "Bend over,"

It will mean, "Love you, too."

 

You used to think *** was love, but

now you know, *** isn't love.

*** is medicine for

sick people.

 

Your body, naked, shaking, is more of

a multivitamin for sociopaths,

than it is your body.

 

She leads with sexuality, but

how else should it be felt?

And no, your **** is not big enough

to fill the hole

in her heart.

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Written by
lindsey-bartlett-1
American
Published
May 18, 2015
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30·138
Tags
#love#not#is#sexuality#nsfw#medicine
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