He held me in his arms sweetly and carressed my body. He kissed me, then my neck, then my body. At the end of it all, i gave him kisses too. Sad thing is he was off with someone else. Eyes glazed, look far away to somewhere else... someone else. I knew. I know I'm not her. That look is so unforgettable. I went home and washed myself clean of him, his smell.. those kisses. I can't even stand to look at myself. I'll just.. I will lose it. I'm sorry that I can't be her. I love you, but I'm not her.
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