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You smile at me, you tell me that I'm pretty, you tell me I'm different. I think I like the words you say, better than I like you. Its hard when the flattery and the warmth of you engulfs me and makes me feel wanted. So you cuddle me in closer and the closer we get, the more I know that this -- this thing -- is not what I want.
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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You smile at me, you tell me that I'm pretty, you tell me I'm different. I think I like the words you say, better than I like you. Its hard when the flattery and the warmth of you engulfs me and makes me feel wanted. So you cuddle me in closer and the closer we get, the more I know that this -- this thing -- is not what I want.
tori-d
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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