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Aug 2014
Her
Would it hurt you if I ****** a "Brittany"?
Would it hurt you more

If you knew it's killing me.

after five months
My eyes are still burning

It took me one month to sleep in your bed again
And ever since then,
I've wondered if it's too soon.
She's laying on you
and in your sheets
I can't get her ******* scent out of my mind.

You must've liked her?
She's been here more than once.
You told her everything about me.
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jackonary
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