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I’m Not A Good Person

I'm not a good person. If you think I am, then you're wrong. What you see is what I want you to see. The shy, soft-spoken, mild-mannered young man you think you know could blow away in the wind. He's a facade. Superficial. Empty. There's someone else behind that mask; a side to me I… Continue reading I’m Not A Good Person

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Bad Things

We were alone. Finally. Just me and her. But it seemed as everything got quiet, my mind got so loud. My eyes kept getting pulled into her. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop my sight from running up and down her--all her curves, her skin, her hair. I couldn't stop the urge… Continue reading Bad Things