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1. Your eyes look like the ocean, Full of wonder and mystery, And inviting me in, I had to take a swim. 2. Your veins ran like rivers down your forearms,
Dear John, You took advantage of a friend I brushed it off at first but as they say Boys will be boys You grabbed me I pushed away but as they say
Dear past self,
You held me. My brain screamed oxygen. I cried the whole way home, face blushing red.
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,