Let The Storm Rage On
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Do you know the difference between love and lust?
The differences may seem obvious but imagine for a minute that love, is like the colour red, and lust is the colour purple, then what I have must be blue right?
At least that is what I tell myself, when my back is against the wall and I am screaming from the pain of yet another unwanted storm front.
That is also what the storm tells me, when it grabs me by the neck and whispers sweet nothings into my vagina.
P.G.A.D is a bitch.
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