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May 2017
The kisses you left on my skin stayed with me
I felt your lips burn my skin, forever branding me as yours
You were harsh, always kissing me out of lust
Never of love
You liked to bite my lips hard enough to draw blood
Why was inflicting pain on me your only fantasy?
Written by
Ivy Elise  17/F
(17/F)   
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     Mariah Cuch and beautiful tragedy
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