You try to seem so innocent, you even believe it yourself.
How come I feel totally at ease and even powerfull only when I am desireable and can feel the base flooding through my veins. How come I can't like myself when you don't like me. How come I care about what anyone thinks of me, when I know the truth. How come I'm so afraid of you. And so afraid of me.
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