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The story of how I use.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Poetry - Words: 61 - Published: 03-02-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3105455
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The bedroom is freedom.
He expects nothing
so I give everything.
The wounds I leave on him
spell defeat and missed chances.
I smile when we collapse,
not the gleam for everyone else
but for the relief I find that
nothing is in my head.
If I give again, I will sleep.
To use and be used
has been my life.
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