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Your body is more than quick cash, let your hands roam down. Down past your scars, where words sank like barbed wire. Past food banks and beqtings, past rapes amd mistreatings. Your body is not for sale, you are not alive for profit.
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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Your body is more than quick cash, let your hands roam down. Down past your scars, where words sank like barbed wire. Past food banks and beqtings, past rapes amd mistreatings. Your body is not for sale, you are not alive for profit.
amanda-francis
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 5:57 AM UTC
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