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PoetryGrowing up and being raised by two narcissist I sometimes had a hard time knowing what was true and what was false. This uncertainty about reality grasped and held my childhood years captive until I broke free from the strings through which my paren...
S is for selling
Sex sells
Soap sells
Sangria sells
Saxophones sell
Saracha sells
Soup sells
Shit sells
