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Because when you held my hand and said I was pretty I thought I loved you, and when you kissed my neck and spread my young legs I thought I loved you, but when I told the nurse that I had fallen down the stairs a third time, I realized I didn't love you. I just thought I did, like I thought I loved history class when i really preferred science. and you, you thought you loved me but really you loved the way I withered underneath you. because finally someone other then you, was begging for mercy.
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
I Thought
Because when you held my hand and said I was pretty I thought I loved you, and when you kissed my neck and spread my young legs I thought I loved you, but when I told the nurse that I had fallen down the stairs a third time, I realized I didn't love you. I just thought I did, like I thought I loved history class when i really preferred science. and you, you thought you loved me but really you loved the way I withered underneath you. because finally someone other then you, was begging for mercy.
inspired by lana del rays' "born to die" music video
alyssa-torres
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC
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