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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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