Knocking on my door

I have been having these thoughts. They have been haunting me, stalking me, basically knocking on my door. I am trying to identify them, but at the same time I don’t want to.

And the truth is, a part of me does. But I know it’s just a small part, not to compare with the big part. But it’s tempting, because it feels good. Do you know what that feels like?

The wrong but good kind of temptation, that gives you the chills and gives you goosebumps.

That screams, “hey I know this is bad, but if you give into it, it’s going to feel good.” Yes. For a few seconds maybe.

I am a good girl, but als very tough. And a big part of me, used to have a lot of bad girl in it. And she is knocking on my door.

But I gotta stay good. I need to be good.

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