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You see,I had wounds on my insides. Wounds that needed stitches. But I kept dating guys after guys letting them use me. They were my bandaid. And whenever those guys were done with me they would rip the bandaid of and make me start bleeding. Sometimes the bandaid was on long enough it’d scab and…

Never let a man be your stitches. Men don’t know how to save you. Save yourself I love you don’t forget that. 

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