Prostitute

He was a prostitute. 

Shh, it is his little secret

A secret not to be proud of

He would never want his family to know

And neither his friends

But it's the truth

As ugly as it is

He was a prostitute.

The old man paid generously

To have his way with the young man's body

Because the young soul was blinded by the dollars

That would fill his pockets afterwards

He was a prostitute.

Then came a day

When the old man decided something

That he couldn't do it anymore

That it was wrong

Ugly and gross

And paid the young man one last time

Before they parted ways

I was the prostitute.

As I walked away from the old man's car that day

And back to school

The better half of me
 The half that I should listen to more often
 Felt relieved and thankful that it was over

I was a prostitute

But not anymore.

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I should have known better... I shouldn't have been blinded by the money.  The reason why I haven't been posting as much is because I have been screwing up- and making a lot of mistakes lately.

Anyways, I never said that I was perfect.  I look forward to getting back on track and taking better care of myself.  Happy hollidays everyone.

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