These are words from my brain, my thoughts, my feelings, my actions. I say what I want, and write what I need.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Fuck it.
She knew what she was doing was wrong,
she knew it was bad,
and that it wouldn't end well.
But as she stood there,
taking a hit,
she looked at the guy in her bed.
And she said.
fuck it.
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