Lacy Black Underwear
THIS ISNT MINE BTW ITS FROM 13 REASONS WHY.
I CANT REMEMBER IT ALL SO I JUST CHANGED SOME WORDS.
AND ADDED MY OWN.
Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
Just for the soul purpose of knowing i'm wearing them.
I have miles and miles of skin.
Touched, bruised, scarred, untouched, clean, hairy, smooth
And it's just for me. No one can see my skin unless I let them.
But this is untrue isn't it?
I have been forced before. how young I was.
I feel most sorry for her because she was also so young.
How did she know how to touch me and where
Who had done it to her?
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