Mar 2021
The sad reality is
You’ll never be him.
The way he feels
The way he touches
The way he pauses
How he is obsessed with me.
The sad reality of it is
It will always be him.
You’ll never be him.
The way he feels
The way he touches
The way he pauses
How he is obsessed with me.
The sad reality of it is
It will always be him.
(19/F/Florida)
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