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I sold myself

to the (lowest) bidder.

I didn't think

I was worth much.

I believed that 

no one would 

find value in me. 

So I just said fuck 'em

and gave in to the man 

knocking on my door.

I knew it was reckless;

I knew it would wreck me. 

But I didn't care.

I'd do just about anything

to keep from feeling numb.

So I succumbed. 

And I could regret it 

but given a second chance,

I'd likely do it again. 

So I own up my mistakes

and try to learn from them.

There was something in me

that needed more.

And though sex wasn't love

it was the closest thing

I had to intimacy.