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He fooled me once, twice, four times.
And I rewarded him with my body and felt sick each morning after.
I thought, "This time will be different maybe
This time he will look me in the eye and tell me he loves me instead of to the back of my head
When I"m pinned down below him covered in his sweat."
The sweet naivety.
You are an object of possession, an object of obsession
Not once were you ever an object of affection.
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