The internal conflict of losing your innocence. When you hate him for taking it. Love him for his heart. Hate yourself for letting him. Now you're in too deep to run away.
Mixes by ruhcoon
for the thrill of it by ruhcoon
You're still here.
February Twenty-Seventh. by ruhcoon
The internal conflict of losing your innocence.
Don't forget the scared, blue-eyed boy in the Rosemary's parking lot. by ruhcoon
