[This is written sideways, but transcribed here as accurately as possible.]
Here is the story . when I was young I prostituted myself. I don't know why. And if it wasn't for real i did it in my head . It started before my parents were divorced & I don't know where I got the idea from. (maybe being xtra sensitive I just knew their need and it doubled, tripled, quadrupled my own) I prostituted myself or they raped me- same story.
(The lines are screams of nails on a chalkboard)
I've been internally screaming for most of my life- I'm so fucked up.
Here is the story . when I was young I prostituted myself. I don't know why. And if it wasn't for real i did it in my head . It started before my parents were divorced & I don't know where I got the idea from. (maybe being xtra sensitive I just knew their need and it doubled, tripled, quadrupled my own) I prostituted myself or they raped me- same story.
(The lines are screams of nails on a chalkboard)
I've been internally screaming for most of my life- I'm so fucked up.
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