Yes, she’s pretty.
And I’d kiss her.
Given the chance I’d fuck her.
It’s better to pretend to be normal.
And always be so formal.
Late at night , I watch those pretty bodies wither.
All the things I wish I could do.
But she’s a girl and so am I.
She’s so pretty.
And I don’t love him.
I think he’s perfect,
my best friend forever.
He wants me in his bed and I could never do it.
Yet it’s better to be normal.
Yes, she’s pretty.
And I’d kiss her.
Given the chance I’d fuck her.
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You certainly have a diverse spread of topics in your writing, and that’s a good thing, I think. Also, it’s difficult to know what’s real and what is fiction in your words. I think you should keep it that way. Which writer wants their readers to know everything about their writing?