Sunday, January 17, 2010
When the sun comes up, I'll be there to say what up in the morning.
If you want, if it makes you feel good, go ahead, call me a whore, call me a slut, say that I have no respect for my body. I'm not good with emotional intimacy, and I do replace it with physical intimacy. Sometimes I just get bored, sometimes I need a change, to spice things up. Maybe you frown upon that. But as far as I'm concerned, as soon as you open your mouth to gossip about me, and talk behind my talk, I'm already better than you.
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Ah, well, the truth is always one thing, but in a way it's the other thing, the gossip, that counts. It shows where people's hearts lie.
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