It all makes sense now.How unhappy you always were, though you never saw it.How little you trusted me, even when you said otherwise.You thought I was a whore from the beginning.I should have known when you flipped out on me for texting your friend to check on you.You had just spent the evening and earlyContinue reading “Your Whore”
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A Burd in Flight 