Why do I keep going back to you It's not like I'm in love or anything and it's not like you give a fuck about about me maybe it's because you were my first fuck my first taste of dick my first taste of lies or maybe it's because we both grew up on the streets cause I know you ain't all that you don't even come close maybe it's because you go down and you know all the right things to say to me to make me cum until my head feels like it's bout to explode who knows you like to play around with other chicks i know you ain't that serious about me I'm not really all that attached to you You're not that smart you love the taste of the drink you like to think your tough just because your in a gang maybe you are but to me you are lame all the girls want you yes that's true you have a cute face and a dick size two times six but you are not even close to perfection so why do I open my legs when you come around for some affection maybe it's because we both know what its like to run from the cops maybe we both know what it's like to get caught up in this world where we live with the teenage mothers who aren't even old enough to drive and the boys that know how to shoot at the age of five I don't really care when I see you with that bitch cause our shit isn't official it's just a once in a while thing when i feel horny enough to let myself esteem flow to the bottom of my self respect to open my legs and let you fill me up fill me up with the fake love i get for an hour or so until you call againBirth sign: Aries
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