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Oct 2017
The reason I run away, though there’s no place to hide,
Is You.
The reason I feel this pain, killing me inside,
Is You.

What’s wrong with the asking?
I don’t care if you don’t answer.
Spending so long masking,
Thoughts spreading like a cancer.

The sweetest thing, lick my lips, I will never taste,
Dear You.
Cruel little thing, you’re with him, such a waste,
Hate you.
NTR
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