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Jun 2014
I knew this day was slowly approaching
He started to stare at my body like a famous portrait on a wall
He began to hold me so tight that I felt like I could not breathe
He adored the angles my arms made when I draped them around his neck
And no matter how many times he told me I was ready, I knew I was scared of showing everything underneath
My heart was made of glass not metal
He wanted something from me that wasn't mine to give.
He wanted it but I could not give it up that easy....
Hannah Holliday
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