I'm not a slut
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Huling na-publish Tue, Sep 19, 2023
We all know how judgemental our cruel world can be and I know people call me names behind my back in the it's me.
It's me who gets it all.
As a flirty hopeless romantic I really fantasize a loving guy just like most normal girls but how they view me is so unfair I've been called a whore before.
Maybe one day I'll have friends who won't judge me and are always there for me
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