Revenge.
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( A NOT SO ISLAMIC MUSLIM BOOK <3 )
The butterflies in me were set so free that I didn't even notice him towering over me while I lay down under him as I let my tongue dnce with his own , goddamit if only I had known it would feel this good.
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When the realization finally hits me , it does so with full force and I am literally knocked off my feet.
I placed my hand ontop of my chest in a pain gesture and clench the letter he had left me after leaving me . Now I had nowhere to go.
I felt like I had lost and I felt heartbroken because admittedly I am a fool for him .
And I thought what me and Safwan had was love . When I just sit and think I realise there is only 1 answer
A COLD REVENGE
Indeed Revenge I Better Served Cold
If only I had known that same revenge will have us serving for our mistakes I would have stayed in this cold position then to feel that much pain
Indeed Pain Demands To Be Felt
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