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To the "almost guy"

it was late nights that we stayed up talking about stupid shit the night was young we were two sexually frustrated people i was curious and your eyes were wanting what I  was willing to give your words were slipping into me and making me feel like I was the best thing you told me you loved me and that you would never leave but you ended up leaving -H.M.
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Written by
heidi-mason
23 / F
Published
Jun 12, 2015
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13·70
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#lost#bad#a#my#to#guy#almost#shitty#virginity#shittyguy
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