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I Enjoyed Being a Maneater!


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because I was afraid of being hurt.

I didn’t have to give my heart & I didn’t have to have any responsibilities;
nor did he.
and he..
and…

I got doses of short, false, “love.”
Whenever he.. or he, wanted something serious; I rejected.
It was like a drug.
“Love,” drug.
I could constantly get doses of, “love.”
Constant rushes of butterflies, acceptance, and being desired.
I felt loved when things got serious.

Then,
I’d cut it off.

I’m toxic from that.
I need to heal from that.

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