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Jun 2022
Sometimes I think back to every man who has ever touched me and I wonder why God decided to put me on this earth just to exist as an energy source for them.

I take the time to expose who actually am and I am met with eyes scanning my body and hands looking to insert themselves into any spot closest to making it's way inside my body.

They say it's what's inside that counts but if thats the truth the why is it the more inside they are, the less I want to even be here.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  35/Alberta.
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