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I can't stand it anymore. Her words filled with venom directed at me. The hatred and disgust in her eyes. Her muscles tense with stress at the sight of me.
I understand her pain. I hurt her worse that any woman should ever be hurt. It was a hit-n-run, I hit it and quit it. I ******** her then left her.
She thought we were serious, I was playig a game with her. I knew what to expect when the game was over. I anticipated it. Somewhere the game turned and left me for dead.
When I dumped her, why did it feel like a heart breat to me? The one thing I didn't anticipate, my need for her silky smooth hands. Now I wwant her back and I can only say one thing that isn't a lie. I am sorry that I made you my ********.
- by Sinful Meaning |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 11/21/2008 |
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- Title: The Game
- Artist: Sinful Meaning
- Description: This is a part of my true life story so don't judge me on my careless mistakes...
- Date: 11/21/2008
- Tags: game
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Cursed Romantic - 12/06/2008
- intresing, bro u decided to write about it
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- SoMeOnEsPrciousA_n_G_e_L - 12/06/2008
- umm I thought we were supposed to keep it at a PG-13 yea well I have heard worse and I dont meen in the words I meen in the disgusting ness and if you wanna hear somthing way badder then just send me a comment on my pro btw if you do happen to ask me for the story then I will let you know my so called FRIEND he sent it to me shhhh..... dont tell
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- SLZW490 - 11/25/2008
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hey nice i like it^^
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