I used to think your eyes were like flaming sunsets. Glistening like the comfort of a campfire. Like the flames, always full of misdirection. Or maybe it was just all in my imagination. Maybe it was your manipulation leading me on, like a predator leads its prey. I would've loved you still, if yo...Continue Reading...
People see what they want. A pretty girl. Nice smile, an even better ass. Everyone wants to touch me. And I hate it. I hate it when I get harassed. I hate it when men stare. I hate it when women stare. I hate it. I hate myself for this attention. When will I be…Continue Reading...
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