Missed?
He said He missed me but he ain't miss me at all. He just missed what was between my legs. He wanted my walls to grip his shaft as I gasped from love he gasped from ecstasy. He just wanted to feel on me, but why me why not she? He used me, he conned me, he scammed me. I was a toy... Only complete when our bodies would collide, but now he's stuck in my mind and I well I just don't exist until I'm missed.
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