I have your laugh stuck in my head.
It makes me sick, and it makes me dread.
You never quite made me wish I were dead
God knows you only wanted to share a bed.
You were so disgusting.
But you made my blood run; blushing
I thought you were different; my heart gushing.
I thought this was love; crushed trusting.
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Author:
Adrianna Kjeld (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 5th, 2017 21:02
- Category: Love
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