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Jan 2019
Love wasn’t your forté.
No, it was your weapon.
You wielded it like a sword on a revolutionary soldier,
Armed and ready to go onto the battlefield as if you had nothing to lose.
Well my dear,
Fear is my aphrodisiac.
Love was the least of my worries.
Deter me from that ******* you call love
Allyssa
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Allyssa  20/F/South Carolina
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