Why.
That's always the question.
But why.
Lie.
Cheat.
As you pull her pants down,push her down,slide yourself in.
Make love.
Why lie to yourself and her.
Why act different alone.
He's scared.
That's why.
-M.G
06-12-2018
10:10pm
Lying under the covers of my bedroom sheets.
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Hello little llamas,
I wrote this poem and will be using it throughout this story. Feel free to express your thoughts about anything in the comments.
-Author
