this is the dirty truth.

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There are consequences, I swear it. Your finger tips will tingle in discomfort when you think of the way they manipulated my body. Your sore tongue will recall the suggestion of a relationship without ties and you'll wince in pain. Then, you'll cry. You'll realize the way you treated a delicate soul like mine was the most devilish crime you've ever committed and all these morals you thought you had were bullshit. Your hold comforted me- it let me sleep at night and kept the monsters underneath my bed without sneaking into my pillow case, but all it did for you was grant you reassurance that the more you held me, the less clothes I was bound to wear.