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he doesn't text me and I think it's my arms chicken cutlets that need the fat trimmed off maybe it's the way my belly rolls when he's holding my legs up even in his lust he must see my flaws can he worship a woman that's beautiful and round? the figures on his screens tall, tight, trimmed, and small in the bedroom night shadows purse together like lips mouthing no on his wall but it's me I'm the woman bullying myself all along I put my thoughts in his mind and place my words in his mouth.
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
body talk
he doesn't text me and I think it's my arms chicken cutlets that need the fat trimmed off maybe it's the way my belly rolls when he's holding my legs up even in his lust he must see my flaws can he worship a woman that's beautiful and round? the figures on his screens tall, tight, trimmed, and small in the bedroom night shadows purse together like lips mouthing no on his wall but it's me I'm the woman bullying myself all along I put my thoughts in his mind and place my words in his mouth.
wow I'm starting to write about my body insecurities and it's unlocking so much
kierak
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Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC
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