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Lift upstairs a memory — to bash it down just so to feel how broken she’d see most pieces of herself fall apart worn out, only to grow back together with such spectacular rage and appeal if meant to. She lost a lot of friends along this pathetic connection but again so did he.

Head bowed down, she’d stare at her vagina in constant wonder of what’d become of her life now that size was finally an issue.
I urge you thus far not to be like Kendra. For she’d;


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