I wonder if you thought what we did was loving…
Or sexy…
Or inevitable.
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I wonder if you woke up ashamed…
Or elated…
Or proud.
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I wonder what it must be like not to care…
Or worry if there’s blood…
Or worry if there isn’t.
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I wonder how it feels to leave without fear…
Or remorse…
Or responsibility…
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I wonder what it’s like not to have to choose…
Or be judged…
Or shamed.
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I wonder what it’s like to be carefree…
Or irresponsible…
Or dead inside.
Natolie Webb 