There's something in the way that a good, straight edge girl gets excited to be bad. When she twirls her hair around her finger and tells you she's down to ride. How she looks at you as if you've suddenly become her muse. All signs point to yes, and it's only a matter of time before you're able to corrupt another perfect girl. One hit turns to five. She's in your bed, begging for you to love her. It's a flawlessly devious plan for us fucked up, unlovable badasses. And you know she'll go back to her boyfriend on Monday, but for tonight, all that matters is that she's screaming your name.
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Blurred Emotions - A Plethora Of Short Stories
RandomThese are my thoughts put into writing; usually short stories, poems, or a jumble of words from my brain.
