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I haven’t touched another guy since alex…. I never really thought I would well not for some time. I went on a few dates ….even tried it again with alex but knew none of these boys did I want my lips to touch with. 
 Until you….
 I let you kiss me… again… and again…. and then again when you pushed me against my car…. then again when you pushed me down inside my car…. then when I said wait and you said okay It felt good. I felt everything in my stomach unclench and every wall come down and I thought I would finally be okay 
 For that feeling I lied 
 For that feeling I entered another bedroom basement 
For that feeling I laid in your bed
 for that feeling I let myself go 
Then you dismissed me….I became a bitch…to dramatic…blowing up your phone….annoying you…because clearly you had so much to do that didn’t involve me. 
 But each time when I had you between my lips….you had the time to kiss me over and over you didn’t find me dramatic or ****** with your **** stuffed down my throat But I guess once you got what you wanted I was no longer something you wanted to deal with…
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
I sure know how to pick em
I haven’t touched another guy since alex…. I never really thought I would well not for some time. I went on a few dates ….even tried it again with alex but knew none of these boys did I want my lips to touch with. 
 Until you….
 I let you kiss me… again… and again…. and then again when you pushed me against my car…. then again when you pushed me down inside my car…. then when I said wait and you said okay It felt good. I felt everything in my stomach unclench and every wall come down and I thought I would finally be okay 
 For that feeling I lied 
 For that feeling I entered another bedroom basement 
For that feeling I laid in your bed
 for that feeling I let myself go 
Then you dismissed me….I became a bitch…to dramatic…blowing up your phone….annoying you…because clearly you had so much to do that didn’t involve me. 
 But each time when I had you between my lips….you had the time to kiss me over and over you didn’t find me dramatic or ****** with your **** stuffed down my throat But I guess once you got what you wanted I was no longer something you wanted to deal with…
Sorry...I'm not sure if this is poetic or just something I needed to get off my chest. I'll probably take it down.
No-one-really
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Australian
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
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