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My Past's Pain


When I was younger I was a hoe, people saw me come and go. During one of my relationships the FBI got involved and it was a whole show. The main guy I was with turned out to be fake and that was as much as I could take. I would cry in my bed because I couldn’t believe a word anyone said. I wince at the sound of his name and I haven’t dated since.

 
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