Dirty Little Secrets
Ivanget out of my head and into my cartrouble when you walked inwoke up with scratches on my facewoke up this morning and got myself a gun
End of story.
“Okay, ladies. Y’all ready? Grab those panties,” Bray said, strumming on his guitar. “Shit’s about to get real.”
I looked down at my guitar and ran my fingers across the strings. Titus counted us in, and I closed my eyes, the music humming across my skin.
Word after word, the lyrics fell from my mouth, giving them something to dream of, to believe in, although it’ll never be theirs. They hoped anyway, grasping onto my words until everything was gone.
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