you

You were a car going 80mph going head on with a 18 wheeler causing the car to do flips && turns 5miles across the highway...i was 15 when feelings hit me that way......now 6 years later you expecting it to be the same like a 8 pack of crayola crayons the colors never change but guess what i'm not a crayon trapped in a box && niether is my life.....trying to color igames you only dream about seeing well wake up this is reality i'm witnessing not dreaming....your hands laid against my skin as if it were apart of me.....erased my line of trust you forsaken me....using all the colors in my box only leaving shards of blue && green but never touching the black one how could this be? Thoughts of you evade my brain like cracks in the sea you think just because you took my viginity you own apart of me well im sorry you dont this pussy belongs to me....just like the pack of crayons i brought....every color && the box is mine....if you must you can only use one crayola not keep ther rest are mine

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