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By eleanor maslen

Its not love when you think of me, Its lust, its sex, it has to be. I am a nighmare, a ghost of a girl, and you know deep down i'll destroy your world. My blood runs cold and my heart colder, and this will not change as i grow older. You think you are the one that can change me still when no man can do this and never will. I dont want to hurt you, but you leave me no choice, and i know you want me, my soul, my voice. But i am hated and full of shame, so much so god knows not my name. I break people down, the pain within you dont want to join me, this life i live in.

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