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Illicit Sexcapade (part one)


I am an immature individual; Settling for the short dwindling moment where love kisses me upon my shoulders. I allow him to rest heavy on me. Instead of forgiving myself, I completely forget that I'm broken.. So I open up my legs and let him in; at that moment I become weak. Totally allowing him to abuse me and use me. Without crying a single tear; Although I am hurt, I do not realize until the next morning, when I am pouring bits of myself onto paper, that nothings changed. That ive made another ugly mistake. Illicit sexcapade.
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