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you always hated when i wore black you said it washed me out, but i think that it really bothered you because it was a reminder of the little bits of darkness in me that you couldn't brighten, no matter how many pastel fit n flare frocks you bought and watched me drape over my bones now i always have black on somewhere - just to say **** you from S Wabash St, Chicago i let this one guy i liked in october use your favorite pink dress to wipe up his *** after a mediocre hand job and if we are going to be truthful ill admit that i felt nothing - i might have even smiled, picturing your face if you had seen what happened to the candy colored cotton you were right, trying to keep black off my body - you were right because I am cold& cruel& fickle& judgmental& you werent right but a fool to think that i could be a wife who makes costco runs twice a month and spends week days decorating mason jars with burlap and lace at a craft room desk waiting for you to come home and not **** me on the counter in whatever easter hued garment i had on you always hated when i wore black and if we're still being honest i hate it too but i need to learn to like how much it suits me - as its the only reason why my shoulders cant fit into yours anymore
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
candy colored cotton
you always hated when i wore black you said it washed me out, but i think that it really bothered you because it was a reminder of the little bits of darkness in me that you couldn't brighten, no matter how many pastel fit n flare frocks you bought and watched me drape over my bones now i always have black on somewhere - just to say **** you from S Wabash St, Chicago i let this one guy i liked in october use your favorite pink dress to wipe up his *** after a mediocre hand job and if we are going to be truthful ill admit that i felt nothing - i might have even smiled, picturing your face if you had seen what happened to the candy colored cotton you were right, trying to keep black off my body - you were right because I am cold& cruel& fickle& judgmental& you werent right but a fool to think that i could be a wife who makes costco runs twice a month and spends week days decorating mason jars with burlap and lace at a craft room desk waiting for you to come home and not **** me on the counter in whatever easter hued garment i had on you always hated when i wore black and if we're still being honest i hate it too but i need to learn to like how much it suits me - as its the only reason why my shoulders cant fit into yours anymore
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Icelander
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
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