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♥ I think about him sometimes & when it starts, I can't stop it ♥
♥ I enjoy torturing him, playing games that he won't acknowledge ♥
♥I know he wonders where I am, who I'm with, & how I make boys feel when I touch them ♥
♥He silently resents everyone & everything that comes near me ♥
♥He hated the place he called 'home' & he left all our memories behind ♥
♥We don't talk much, it hurts when nothing can come close to their ability together ♥
♥My words follow him where ever he goes ♥
♥He owns my heart & I hate that because it breaks without him ♥