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is it true? do i want love?
do i want one companion, even knowing that it is impossible. knowing that it always ends in hurt. (but so does this way) i need a quake. awake, but it isn't him he is a catalyst. the way he kisses repulses me. the way he promised a late night snack, but there was only a glass of wine and pressure from his hands on both my shoulders. "come. here." i was being truthful, and he pushed it. he liked it. i left in a huff and forgot my scarf. |