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They say I am a whore.So it must be true.I started my own war.This is nothing new. They say I am a whore.I must be a liar.For saying he threw me on the floor.I would have told someone if it was dire. They say I am a whore.Because I said no.I got what was inContinue reading “Whore”

Sometimes, I just don’t know. Life spins around me. Faster and faster. It leaves me standing still as everything blurs past. Leaving me alone and confused. I search for my purpose – something to hold onto – as everything whips away from my grasp. There comes a time… When instead of looking for something to holdContinue reading “Faster, Faster”