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I've slept with more men, than I care to mention. Looking for something, I convinced myself was lost. When all along, it was buried inside me, next to my fears of inadequacy and last shot of ***** Move over the self doubt, shuffle through the lies, you find it, there. There Right there! I found it, myself.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
*** drugs, alcohol. Also known as Friday night.
I've slept with more men, than I care to mention. Looking for something, I convinced myself was lost. When all along, it was buried inside me, next to my fears of inadequacy and last shot of ***** Move over the self doubt, shuffle through the lies, you find it, there. There Right there! I found it, myself.
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
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