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- He comes into my life once every few month with single one line text messages and then never responds. We've been playing this game for almost 6 years now. He was barely 18. He is the dirty punk rock boy I have always wanted. I crave him like a drug. As usual I am willing to throw everything good I have away for just one night with him. I can't explain what he does to me and I'm sure I'll never know why. I feed myself lies that it must mean he cares, but deep in my heart I doubt that... Notice I say doubt, not that I don't believe it. He owns me and I'd give him anything he asked for... I'm just glad he can never read this. |
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