You are my Lolita.
My secret, guilty pleasure.
We are perfectly suited,
Yet this is still indecent.
I will never be yours,
For we all know you are forever yours.
In my heart this affair will always dwell,
We both know this was a forced farewell.
This decision is final, you will not be my demise.
My reputation cannot stand the rumour and lies.
I'm not quite sure where this fits, but whatever. :)
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