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Intimacy is foreign to me It’s the company that I long for  It’s the friend who knows  My needs  And no I don’t mean
Laying down on this pillow, staring at the wall Thinking about how often pleasure has made me fall. Like my first sexual boyfriend, he was a con Cause I told him I didn't want sex and he STILL got some.
My body seems to resist my mind I knew this journey wouldn’t be easy Temptation awaits me at every turn In the back of my mind I feel that I have the strength to overcome
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