past.
i saw you before
doing the nasty things with her
i didn't know how i overcame that
i saw you kiss her on the lips
but i still did like you
how weird
it was odd for me to accept someone who has past with those things
i did not like it, i did not like it when i knew to myself that i liked you that day
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beau
Poésie| prose collection different boys. different kinds of pain. different experiences. left me feeling indifferent when it comes to love.
