she sought love wherever she could find it
in the back seats of cars
or dorm rooms
or on picnic tables at the lake
it really didn’t matter
she had no shame
when it came to seeking love
the shame came after
but the love never did
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Reblogged this on undercoverminx and commented:
Not proud of it… but this used to be me.
I think it probably used to be a lot of us. And maybe it still is some of us. Still searching and not knowing our own worth.
Get out of my head! 😉 Used to use sex as a crutch to dull quite a few things, so this made me smile painfully xx
Yes, it came out of a painful place for me too, so glad to know I’m not alone.
Such truth in so few words.
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