Self-abuse was the norm, that’s what my flesh loved. It loved to be told how it was nothing and could only be worth the thoughts that were inside of man’s head. Thoughts of consuming my innocence, thoughts of my body being a tool used to remove the burning sensation of another. I learned to feed the monster so that I would feel something. I thought it was love, but it was not. it was something else, a work of the flesh. It felt like death, it was confusing, consuming my self love bit by bit. Being whispered to in my ear the words that I wanted to hear: “I love you”. But it was not real, just a few minutes of pretend. But that is what my body needed to continue, because that is what my body was introduced to. I did not know it would lead to death. It led me to love, or what I assumed was love. It led me to attention from the one that said he loved me. Wanted to spend time, wanted me to be all mine. But my mind was behind bars in a cell for I was in hell. I hated it and it never really pleased me, I just did it because I thought that is how I show love and receive it. Then I read: “Flee Fornication”…..
“Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.” 1 Corinthians 6:18 KJV
“What? know ye not that your body is the temple of the Holy Ghost which is in you, which ye have of God, and ye are not your own?” 1 Corinthians 6:19 KJV
“For ye are bought with a price: therefore glorify God in your body, and in your spirit, which are God’s.” 1 Corinthians 6:20 KJV
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