Love is wanting to be near YOU, even though it’ll probably only make things hurt more.
Love is feeling safest with YOU, even though YOU’d broken MY heart.
Love is trusting YOU, even though YOU'd lied to ME a thousand times.
Love is YOU, even though for YOU it’s not ME.~
He came at night, exposed my body, got on top of me, touched me, he bit, sucked, swallowed, and when he was satisfied, he left I was hurt . . . bloody . . . STUPID MOSQUITO! XD
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