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May 2018
Your hands on my body are the only way I know how love feels without it dying at my touch
And I'm so scared of you seeing me the way I see my self
Or really seeing me at all because
I feel so gross when I'm naked and I hate it when you stare at me
But you make me feel different than anyone else and that's a cliche thing to say
But skip the normative romance *******
It makes me feel wanted when you hit me.
Written by
dawnie
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   julie
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