Its hard, real hard.

Its not a literal term. hehe
So what I am talking about is staying a virgin.
Its hard.
Why am I the one that decided to make the choice?
So I am gonna write a book of all the difficult times.
Possibly sounding like a romance novel but without the sex.
Oh yea, you know what that means. Im hella gonna write all the dirties in here. I mean God, im not gonna do it, so IM SURE AS HELL GONNA TALK ABOUT IT.

The book is going to be called "Heart of a virgin, mind of a whore"


Hold on tight!

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