Tag: death

Family is trash and a bottle of water.

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When she opened her legs, I knew it was happening, her breast was like hot chocolates drank in a rush, one that you hope doesn't finish-...

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BLUE

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I am blue, I am you, forget the baby and leave the woman to herself- what is a pain? She asked, do you mean war or hate? The first pain I...

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How to get wet in a roofless house!

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When I left my house on Sunday I swear to whatever you believe in that I never had sex in mind. I just wanted to have my body touched. I...

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