You were just another fucking thing for me to use. You messaged me one day, just looking for a girl to mess around with and I let you use me. We used each other, and I don't even fucking regret it. I don't regret those empty words we said to each other, I don't regret the looks we gave each other, and I don't regret the fact that there were no feelings attached to it. It made me feel something other than numb, and fuck it felt so good.
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Tireless
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