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I keep remembering so many nights when I felt his lips on mine, and I realize that they meant nothing. And that my heart stepped in and crossed lines it shouldn’t have, and that I was lost in this world where no one could hurt me. But I was so naive, and everything was just some elaborate game. And I lost. And now I’m sitting here and I feel nothing anymore and I wish that I hadn’t of made myself so vulnerable. But alas, I am Mary Jane, and I’m pretty much asking for everyone to take a knife and shove it as deep and rough into my back as they possibly can. And they all do.