There’s a fact that I’ve come to accept: I’m not sexy. And in that, oh well. I’ve started to feel unnatural when I try, and I’m not ok with feeling unnatural. I’m ok with not being sexy, I guess. It’s not so terrible to me. I don’t have the body for it, I don’t have the attitude for it, but I’m ok with that.
I’m not free I asked forgiveness three times, same amount that I denied, I three-time mvp’ed this crime. I’m afraid to tell you who I adore, won’t tell you what I’m sing towards. Metaphorically I’m a whore, and that’s denial number four.
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