Little Girl Lost Boy

I brushed my teeth until my gums bled
I scrubbed my skin raw
Smoothed bite marks
Screamed sighs and moans into silence
But I can still taste it, I can still feel everything
Lust or love or lust or love
Lust
It was heaven It was hell

I’ll see the best in people until it kills me

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