Barefoot and Burning
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Huling na-publish Tue, Dec 9, 2025
It started the night Jesse burned all my stuff and called me a whore.
Now I'm barefoot, alone, and standing at the edge of the street they call rock bottom.
But this isn't about Jesse. It's about what happened after.
The man in the Porsche. The girl behind the billboard. The house with silk sheets. The tea that kept me from using.
This isn't a love story. It's what comes next.
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