Thursday, November 12, 2009


I feel like a bitch, but all you are is a pawn to me. I toy with you because I have time to pass before I leave, and you are literally putty in my hands.

I didn't stay up with you on the beach till 5 am because I like you, I simply wanted to get laid.
You are merely a living, breathing vibrator.
I almost feel guilty for not feeling guilty, if that makes any sense, but then I think of all the scumbag guys out there using a girl somewhere, and a gloriously sinister smile spreads across my face.

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