Lust
it’s addicting. touch me, feel me, admire me and explore every curve and every scar. forget about my soul. they see a pretty face and imagine what’s underneath. it’s a game to them…to see me naked and vulnerable. they see a body to be pleased. they are blind to the fear and hurt in my eyes. they come and they go, each one taking a piece of me i’ll never get back
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