Peer Pressure
Peer pressure something everyone deals with... right? But in some ways, it was more drastic for me... Does it make you feel better getting a look at my bare skin? Soft, smooth with many insecurities. Does it make you feel stronger feeling up my body like it is yours, exploring it with your hands. When I tell you no... You are getting those damn puppy eyes pleading and begging that I do something for you. Peer pressure scars you. I said no, why wouldn't you stop? Giving in was the only way that made you happy if I did not do these things you would get mad or sad. So I did it... for your enjoyment... I'm scared. I feel gross. I know I should have said no, but I was so scared that I would lose you... but I ended up losing you anyway.
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