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"Are you scared of me" he asked I gulp but nod my head "no" as I force myself to awake from my curious gaze into his eyes; the eyes of a lost boy. "You will be" he replies kissing my jawline slowly, before finding his way to my lifts. I moan as the softness of his lips dance on mine, a sweetness that had me wanting more but with a tiny of bittersweet that made me fear him at the same time. "Follow me" he whispers against my ears, and with no hesitation I do. Anticipation, fright yet butterflies all at the same time. Maybe I was wrong to love him, to fall for him but he had a hold over me, a sweetness but a bitterness that would make my heart stop and do cartwheels, yeah you can call me crazy but he was m teenage dirtbag and I was his. I was his cure And he was my disease I was saving him But he was killing me
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