You took my full innocence tonight,
I don't regret a thing.
I know sweet pain now,
But I also know worry and hurt.
Thoughts racing,
I love you's being whispered.
Tissue breaking and blood dripping,
Sharp pleasure as you hold me there.
Losing feeling in my legs,
And I blame you.
I love you with all my heart,
I just don't want a kid at nineteen,
Thanks.
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