You keep asking me how old I am, and you say I sound so different than the others. (2013)

I’ve spent these last few months living on borrowed affection.The beneficiary of lust-lewd thoughts I did not deserve.I even fell in love for a while.you keep asking me how old I am,and 22 don’t feel old,but to some, to some it is.You don’t talk to people,and chances are I talk to too many. But we’ve …