This thing me and Jo have, it's real dangerous. And not just because of who we are.

I've been with a lot of women that gave me butterflies, that kept me awake. Made me obsessed and I thought it was love. But I've never experienced this. Passion. It's reckless. Doesn't care who sees or what it costs. It's good if you have a little. Just enough to aim and shoot. Hit your goal. But it shouldn't be spilling all over the place. Damn.

I knew the danger. The whole time. I didn't think it could happen to me. She seemed a little lonely, but she seemed decent. Moral. Had her head in the right place.

It's not that all that wasn't true, I just can't remember why I thought that would keep me safe. Why would a woman not have the power to consume me, just because she was decent and moral? Since when did pure oxygen become less of a threat to a match?

But then, a wild, stubborn, loudmouth son of a bitch like me definitely shoulda kept her safe. So I don't know what the hell is goin' on.
 

I've been with a lot of women that gave me butterflies, that kept me awake. Made me obsessed and I thought it was love. But I've never experienced this. Passion. It's reckless. Doesn't care who sees or what it costs. It's good if you have a little. Just enough to aim and shoot. Hit your goal. But it shouldn't be spilling all over the place. Damn.

I knew the danger. The whole time. I didn't think it could happen to me. She seemed a little lonely, but she seemed decent. Moral. Had her head in the right place.

It's not that all that wasn't true, I just can't remember why I thought that would keep me safe. Why would a woman not have the power to consume me, just because she was decent and moral? Since when did pure oxygen become less of a threat to a match?

But then, a wild, stubborn, loudmouth son of a bitch like me definitely shoulda kept her safe. So I don't know what the hell is goin' on.
 

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