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I'm getting kicked out of spots at this point cause playtime don't come with money I give.

It's clear I'm wanted for what's in between my legs.

Is that what I'm good for?

People I've known for years.....half my life

They wake up mad....

Cause I chose to sleep alone.

In my own solitude.

It's clear what people think of me.

It's clear what energy I give off.

Without trying to.

I will admit I want to play.

But just not with any and everybody.

They see me as a toy.

Something to be used.

I hold my treasures close.

When I give them away...it's chaos.

I would rather not hurt anyone.

I would rather not be hurt.

It's just me...

I'll do what needs to be done.

Rather than be misused

I will use my own self.

Pleasure my own self.

It's best this way.

I'm not toxic.

Not messing up anyone's life.

Blessings to all.


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