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I swear I know you’re not in love,
I can tell every time
You look me in the eyes.
But I think you stick around
Because of the way our bodies connect

My thighs on top of yours
Is the only escape you’ve been
Able to find for the last year.
So you stay,
And we fuck.
And we fight,
And we fuck,
And you try to leave,
But you come right back,
Just like always,
And we fuck.

He’s not in love with me. He just likes to fuck. (via till-forever-finds-me)


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