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deserted again
as she leaves the 
fantasy for the real
tell myself she's not
mine tell myself
to take pleasure in
what she can give
more than she should
let's me touch her
behind her eyes
between her legs
tell myself it is
good, enough
want more
can't stop
want her
can't stop
want to die
can't stop