He says that he doesn't and I believe him
.. I think it would bother me, I would feel that I'm not good enough for him, even if he told me I am, and that he needs someone better to look at to fuel his sex drive, insecurity...
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And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping. The moon tells me a secret. My confidant. As full and bright as I am, this light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me It's source is bright and endless. She resuscitates the hopeless Without her we are lifeless satellites drifting