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I met a boy and I felt his words slither under my skin when he spoke with alcohol on his breath and lust in his eyes. The second time we met he was high and I started to wonder if I would ever see what was hiding behind the mask of intoxication and lies all spun to get me into his bed. It's been three months and I'm still wondering.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
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I met a boy and I felt his words slither under my skin when he spoke with alcohol on his breath and lust in his eyes. The second time we met he was high and I started to wonder if I would ever see what was hiding behind the mask of intoxication and lies all spun to get me into his bed. It's been three months and I'm still wondering.
devon-litster
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
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