I tried to be a good friend and listen. But the conversation felt eerily familiar. Once upon a time, I was someone’s everything. And as a result, for the second of three times in my short life, I had nearly died.
Never again did I want to be anyone’s whole world. ———————————--
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AuthorTink, world traveler, positivity muse, and adult entertainer, has also freelance written for a number of companies as their ghostwriter. Now talking directly to YOU on this platform, she is also writing two books at her community's request. Archives
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