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Submitted to Contest #182
We all know men. Sweet and sour; trash. We know how bad they are yet we long for them. We long for their lustful gazes, their empty promises, their too good to be true compliments⦠Their touch. Yes. We all want that masculine touch cupping our faces, assuring us that the world belongs to us and that we are the only ones their eyes see. We want to be kissed, cuddled, embraced and above all else, chosen. We want to be the ones that win! Oh How naïve we are but can you blame us? Anyways, There is a story I want to tell about a girl I used to k...
My skin trembles. I feel sharp stings. My eyes are heavy but sleep eludes me. A cool breeze passes and I slightly part my dry lips to inhale a bit of fresh air. I deeply exhale with my eyes closed as my mind goes for another spin. Bare ground at night is no friendly host and neither are the owners of the night. My body is sore and sour but what does it matter? I am finished. βEvery night has its dawnβ, I was once told. But when I look back, I think, βIf wishes were horsesβ¦ πΌπ ππππ¦, π€ππ βππ π€πππ βπππ ππ .β πβπ πππ βππ ππππ πππ π‘. My name...
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