I sit there as I see the man across from me stare at my chest in lust.
I dont pay much mind to it.
People see me only as a toy.
Thinking that I'm just a person to be passed around with.
This person has been through pain.
This person has been sexualized their whole life.
This person has trouble finding themself.
This person cant trust a soul without having the feeling of being used.
This person will never be free.The man across from me.
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