《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Sex sells

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Sex sells. It's true. I took off my training bra, just to end up feeling used. I thought I'd feel loved and needed, but all I got is trauma and a confused sexual orientation. There's no validation in exposing the last bit of me I hold sacred. I dug myself into this hole, and I dug myself out. But now I'm stuck with the memories of 12 year old me sending pics of herself naked around.

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