When I was around 13 or 14 I told my little sister about po*n and stuff and showed her a bunch of stuff I shouldn’t have told her I don’t honestly know why I told her about it and I regret it so much and I try to ignore it but it eats at my mind when I was younger around 7 or 8 my grandpa touched me and my cousin had showed me things I showed my little sister not that that’s a excuse to what I did as it was really wrong and I know I should have done it but now me her ignore it ever happened and we are really close but I still can’t forgive myself for telling her that

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When I was around 13 or 14 I told my little sister about po*n and stuff and showed her a bunch of stuff I shouldn’t have told her I don’t honestly know why I told her about it and I regret it so much and I try to ignore it but it eats at my mind when I was younger around 7 or 8 my grandpa touched me and my cousin had showed me things I showed my little sister not that that’s a excuse to what I did as it was really wrong and I know I should have done it but now me her ignore it ever happened and we are really close but I still can’t forgive myself for telling her that

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