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I so don't deserve this
When I didn't know, that was one issue
And when I found out it became a bigger one
The very thing that people can touch, feel, and see somehow gained control of me and even though I was sorry I fail to genuinely experience remorse BC I selfishly knew I would say I'm sorry and move on. Sadly enough I can even admit that as strong as I thought I was I wasn't confident that I would be able to turn away just yet. Especially if I'd be put in that exact situation tomorrow. My skin loved it, every bit of it.

Nevertheless I so didn't deserve this.

What hurts even more is that the training I'd received when faced with trying times were suddenly excreted from my skin and what I knew within was suppressed by the excitement.