Time for me to grab my clothes and go
To my spot hell with no one
You judge me over and over
As if my lifestyle is bothering you
Yes I sleep with guys
What is your problem
Call me a slut
Or whatever
I live my own life
With the rays of light
I am blessed with all this scenery
And I will go on.
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Author:
amethyste (
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Powerful work.
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