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more wrong doing increases the darkness with out a lighter , unlit as it sneaks upon me as your shadow does your back first bra then ******* SKIN! "what am I doing?" " does he love me?, like me?" palm to palm lip to lip the shadows grow bigger as we kiss maybe I should , maybe I shouldn't as the sun rises and moon fades the guilt suppresses me. cease the moment it's over. it's all over.
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
Guilt....
more wrong doing increases the darkness with out a lighter , unlit as it sneaks upon me as your shadow does your back first bra then ******* SKIN! "what am I doing?" " does he love me?, like me?" palm to palm lip to lip the shadows grow bigger as we kiss maybe I should , maybe I shouldn't as the sun rises and moon fades the guilt suppresses me. cease the moment it's over. it's all over.
the fact of having committed a specified or implied offense or crime... Guilt!
lashawn-t-ozan
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC
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