Gangsta

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I found myself a bad boy,
He knew he was bad,
And regretting everything he had done.
We once knew each other in an innocent world
But now that innocence is gone.
For him at least.
But in the back of our minds I wanted want he had and he wanted what I was.
Our lips collided but not our souls
Our "love" was only physical
For one last time he touched me,
But I wouldn't let him win
So he told me to get out
And we never spoke again.

[ 08•28•16 ]

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