If you were so uncomfortable around me,
Why would you invite me over?
If sex out of wedlock was a sin,
Why would you fuck me?
If we were just playing pretend,
Why would you make me love you?
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
