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you get me

you get me and that's not true at all and every time i say the stuff that makes me me you scowl or roll your eyes let's fumble through the sex part and get it over with 1 fuck i don't need your life story i don't need a date to prom you get me is it true? at all? i just need you to validate the parts of me that make me me when i speak you seem uninvolved or somewhere else let's just stumble to the sex part my hands on you, your hands on me 1 good fuck i don't need reality i don't need you you get me– you don't get me at all and you can't find love in a bathroom stall
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ben-raifsnider-jr
American
Published
Oct 27, 2011
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