I have always been fascinated with hands, particularly yours and how I never held them because physical contact with you both terrified and excited me but I was far too gone when you looked at me and didn't see my eyes dulling or the way I watched you with such exhausted love but you were far too gone between her slim legs or maybe you had trouble breathing with her tongue down your throat but suddenly you couldn't stand the thought of me and I guess that's why you were always sitting with her.
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xoxoBell
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Corrupted Thoughts
Poetrycor·rupt kəˈrəpt/ verb 1. cause to act dishonestly in return for money or personal gain. cause to become morally depraved 2. change or debase by making errors or unintentional alterations. cause errors to appear in
