Im a slut. What the hell does that mean? Im cheap? My clothes reveal too much? Im noones to keep? Ill always let you touch? Im a slut. What the hell are you saying? Id sell my body? Id sell my soul? Id sell my virginity? Id sell myself whole? Im a slut. What the hell are you thinking? Because I know too many guys? Because Im not a prude? Because Ive told too may lies? Because I wont screw you? Just one question Now before we're through: if Im a slut, then what the hell are you?
Reason for writing:
A wonderful exboyfriend who was after nothing other than my body.
Birth sign: Not entered
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