I sold my body for money.
Why you ask? I don't have the answer to why. I have stories and pieces of memories and a lot of forgotten moments. I want tell what I remember.
It is a story. My story. The story of how I came to be this amazing person. This amazing, flawed, human. I don't know where to start quite yet. Im hoping that the story can evolve organically. I write a bit. You comment. Maybe ask me a question or two. And maybe each chapter will evolve that way. The timelines aren't clear. The why's aren't clear.
What is clear is that it happened. It was my choice. I lived through it. I got out. I thrived.
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Thanks for stopping by my blog. Can't wait to read more of your story!
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure! Looking forward to reading more of your stories. Want to sit down and read back a bit! =) I am stuck as to where to start though. Oh well it will come!
ReplyDeleteWhat Amander said. I'm definitely intrigued.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Rainwolf. Please continue
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