My abuse is not an invitation for sexualization,
And a dress is not a yes.
My body is not an open book,
And if it was,
the only word printed would be
"no."
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
