The morning I woke up horrified
You next to me in that bed
I acted in survival mode
You couldn't read it
How my skin fucking crawled
When you'd touch me
I even let you kiss me
Walk me through the airport
Your eyes clouded with what you'd done
Like that's what you think love is
When I think of it I still get sick
Even all these years later
I shudder
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