I knew the way he would touch me, it wasn't love. It was lust, no love could formulate under that type pressure. The way he was looking for someone who wasn't there within me
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PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
