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Screw it.


“Take me,” She said. So I took her away. I went inside, but not like they went inside. See, I didn’t make her

suffer when I felt her flesh. They took away my innocence while I confirmed hers. You call me “girl” and call me “crazy”

and all of your selfish desires show your rotting heart. My heart isn’t like yours.

My heart is like a sunflower. My heart shines and rises and floats in the wind.

Your heart is like a dying man who had no regrets when he murdered himself.

I am the sun, and you are the night. “I’m gonna take you.” He said to me,

And I had no idea what that meant. You can take and take, but you’ll never know what it’s like to give.

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mn5000
<p>i love this</p>

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