{"id":77,"date":"2006-05-29T08:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-05-29T16:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=77"},"modified":"2006-05-29T08:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-05-29T16:00:00","slug":"i-dont-want-you-back","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/?p=77","title":{"rendered":"I Dont Want You Back&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<div align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/1600\/35.0.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center\" alt=\"\" src=\"http:\/\/photos1.blogger.com\/blogger\/3571\/2228\/320\/35.0.jpg\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: center\"><\/div>\n<p>Nothing. That was all she could comprehend from this encounter, speechless and ackward. She thought what was meant to be shall feel as was said to feel&#8230;but oh how shamefully she was wrong. Her actions, reactions and suspicions were now being projected against him.<\/p>\n<p>Defined. Every sway from her body explained the truth to him. Full of suggestions and analytical realizations. Yet why did she still intrigue him when her soul was as dark as his shoes, and her lips were crimson roses waiting to be touched.<\/p>\n<p>Attraction. She repels his eye contact by placing her attention on his gray, smooth button. He twitches his lips and struggles to communicate what&#8217;s on his mind. Step forward, takes a step back&#8230;bleed&#8230;.bruised smile and fine she suggests you take the lead.<\/p>\n<p>Confused. Exactly with defeaning voices surrounding them, right and wrong is meaningless as their steps lead them towards the &#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;<br \/>\ndid you like the story&#8230;or was it horrible, confusing and terrible?:) anywhoo&#8230;.these long days have identified the fake and truthful *r*e*n*s&#8230; now i understand that equation of &#8230; will never equal &#8230; because some people are just superifical&#8230;&#8230; <\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nothing. That was all she could comprehend from this encounter, speechless and ackward. She thought what was meant to be shall feel as was said to feel&#8230;but oh how shamefully she was wrong. Her actions, reactions and suspicions were now being projected against him. Defined. Every sway from her body explained the truth to him. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=77"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/77\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=77"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=77"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=77"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}