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Nov 2015
I tell you another story of how i exposed my body to someone who made my body an object of lust. I shy away from the facts of i used this form of beauty as leverage to get people to love me. I had no consideration one day id have to tell the person i love who i use to be, and how my body was shared like a dinner table is shared among family and friends. The feeling of not belonging in my own skin sets in like a long winter i just cant escape from because when you see me is it me you see or the girl naive enough to believe a picture or a show would make them stay. I made myself to be an object to be used and so as i hand myself to you im used worn and not as shiny as i use to be. I hope youll still want me after the stories i spin out from my past and into your hands. Your questioning tone makes me shrivel back into myself afraid to come back out because i never realized how bad it had gotten. Ive gotten aquainted with the feeling of letting my body be used for an empty love, thats why when i make love i try and get as close to you as possible and maybe even after i am someone different. I dont do certain things because im not sure your reaction. My body wasnt my own until you showed me how to claim it back.
Jaxton Tyler Redmond
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Jaxton Tyler Redmond  Utah
(Utah)   
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   ---, Kristie Aragon and GaryFairy
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