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Never been the type for dances. Don’t much care for sweaty bodies surrounding me. But I go anyway, you know? Just for one of the few I call ‘friend’ and Sacrifice a night of peace and quiet. But I don’t mind that. Though I can’t help but stare At the others around me. Flashy colours and flashy dresses And the like. Or lack thereof. (And I don’t wear dresses) One thing I’ve learned: Stick out your ***** Show some *** And just an inch of skin. Suddenly, I’m a ******* princess.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
Sweating in My Sweats
Never been the type for dances. Don’t much care for sweaty bodies surrounding me. But I go anyway, you know? Just for one of the few I call ‘friend’ and Sacrifice a night of peace and quiet. But I don’t mind that. Though I can’t help but stare At the others around me. Flashy colours and flashy dresses And the like. Or lack thereof. (And I don’t wear dresses) One thing I’ve learned: Stick out your ***** Show some *** And just an inch of skin. Suddenly, I’m a ******* princess.
They shouldn't feel obligated to dress as such.
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Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
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