beat me bruise me. i wont tell. no one knows you. its ok. you wont be able to see me ever again. not after today. not after what you did. hurting me doesnt help what you're going through. but i wont tell. i'm good at keeping secrets. we had something. but no. no more pookie.
i forgive him. i want things to be like they used to. all those years ago
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