And so I packed up my shirts. All of them tight, flashy, sexy. But I dont know whats slutty. I honestly, dont know whats bad. But I packed it all up, along with my food, and my sexy things. I put them all in a box and gave them to Rachel. I'm so tired of being the slut. I'm so tired of being stomped on. I'm so tired of not knowing what I'm doing. I
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