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Feb 2017
You could drag me through hell.
I'dĀ  thank you for taking me somewhere.
You could try to **** me,
I'd thank you for touching me.
You.
You make me feel like someone else,
important.
Although you prefer my friends,
the girls with asperations,
the girls with the gorgeous faces
hearts
souls.
I can't help but stare after you,
wishing for something
more.
Written by
Alice Wynen
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