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My problem is that I give. I give until I have nothing left, and then when I’m a fraction of myself, I wonder why this is. My problem is t..

You’ve got me trapped. Got my body mapped. Hands like sin, when our bodies are skin on skin. You’re an addiction, your love a swe..

Self-love; it’s such a concept and there’s no time for this nonsense from society, blabbing on about what size we should be. Open up..

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