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Yeah, i'm a whore.

Hey, I'm slut! What? Oh sorry, Let me explain. I fucked my life, So much. Yes, I'm a slut, I don't like to keep track, Of the people I've fucked Woah Woah Woah, Not like that, I've just, Messed some people up, A lot. Don't ask me why, Maybe I was bored, Or maybe I'm just an 'I love you' Whore. What? Is this getting confusing? Cuz its not always me, Who does the abusing, I'll tell you I can count the people I've dated on my toes, However most of them were hoes, But its not the ones I've been with, Its the ones I know I never will be. So when you already emotionally distanced yourself from me... Of course we made out on the floor! Relationships are messy. Especially, If you don't have one.
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Written by
miriam-harrington
21 / Androgynous
Published
Aug 9, 2017
Lines·Words
36·137
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I probably won't see her after that

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#relationship#love#life#slut#whore#hoe#insane#depression#weird
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