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i remember mama saying. to find a man. before i get too old. you see i was just infinite. still a young girl . with bright eyes. mama let me do whatever i wanted. as long as it was for a boy. a man. i always loved climbing that lemon tree in the backyard. after school . before all the problems. before mama taught me to sleep through all my troubles. i would run as far as my legs could take me. with a knife in hand.
you we're always there waiting. with your beautiful smile. your eyes always had a way with words. i don't know why you always asked me to bring a knife. maybe you just wanted a chance to see me stick my fingers in my mouth when I cut my self. but this time they were yours fingers. and it was sticky. there was something oozing. but it was different . because it was between your legs. between your half grin.
and i let you because mama said i should do whatever for a husband. i wanted to make her proud. that day i learnt that love was so sour that it makes your mouth pucker.
boys like him: they break your heart(as well as your bones if they stay long enough)
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