"I suppose you could say this makes me damaged. Somewhere I took a wrong turn and made life harder for myself, and since then, I've become very sad on some deeper level-- perhaps even angry.
Or, I suppose the overly optimistic would soften the blow by saying I'm experienced or that I've lived to see a little of life's seedy and confusing underbelly.
The hopelessly naive would call me wise. Wiser than they ever want to be…"
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"'It's just my body, I'll do what I want,' would be a lot easier if I was a girl who believed in god, the afterlife, and something beyond the corporeal. It would be a lot easier to say that and then go out, whoring it around, knowing that I may have smudged the icing, but I haven't ruined the cake. Maybe I've ruined what there is to see, or at the very least, made it a little less desirable to look at, but that's not all there is to it, you know? I haven't lost all there is to give.
Instead, I'm some heathen atheist who believes all I've got is what's in front of me and what I make of it. It's really ironic that I don't believe in the ultimate good or the ultimate evil, yet I'm sure as there is a hell that I'm sinning."
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