Sometimes
Sometimes when people talk about her,
I have to bite my tounge, I have to do this before
I lose control.
I have to stay silent, but yet try to tell them the
real reasons why she did what she did, many ppl
don't like her, but I love her. I have every since I was eight years old,
does that make me a whore too?
Copyright © Briana Lynn Minard-Adler | Year Posted 2011
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