idée fixe - z.m
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I felt the bruises on my neck, a reminder that Zayn had touched me;
it was like he had left his mark on me. I can't shake him of, the feel of his lips on me, when he touched me it begun to send shivers.... what am I saying,
I must just be tired.
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