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nymphomaniac

i lie awake and think of why i put myself in such situations that seem to claim my sanity and sexual whatabouts.

you don't need to know that i want you as much as i want your friend so i won't tell you that i think he's cute.

admit it, im just a pawn in your silly heartbreak-heartache game of on and off that you play and pretend to be a victim in.

i cannot give you more than my body, however, for once my soul makes love, she becomes addicted and she can never go back to how she once was.