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TheMack
TheMack
I love going deep... So please allow me to go deeper!
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 12:21 PM UTC
Tale
I don't understand why you preach every Sunday about going to heaven but you not even done with what you suppose to come do here on this earth........
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC
To flesh
Dear self. Stop listening to others.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
fles-self
Home: a place where you learn to speak. Church: a place where you and everyone speak the samething. Bar: a place to speak everything with everyone.
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Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:41 PM UTC
at the end of the day...
Some parents cry for the ones who are gone. And others cry for the ones who are still with them...
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Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
Children
We should not allow gay men to kiss on babies
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
10w (not for sensitive men)
Is FIGHTING a way to show that I have grown-up or a way to show that I am still immature?
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
A letter to all teachers
We seek the truth, in others. We seek answers in books, written by people. Yet the greatest question we are never, in the mood to answer is...
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Emotional intelligence
Dear Soldier Lady. How can I get your attention without holding my hand against my head?
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
Military
Back in the old days... I miss the good old days when the only pain I ever felt was was scraped knees and f*cked up elbows... The days when going to the doctor meant getting a lollipop or a sweet. The days when I thought my shadow was spying me and that I could become a superhero just by using any towel as a cape. Those days when I could wear anything I wanted to because the other kids didn't care about what I wore; And that if I had shoes that lit up in the darkness I was "THE **** And in the car, I miss the times I would get angry at my older sister for taking the front seat. The times when getting your pencil or rubber stolen was the only real drama in the world. And to get Girls; all you needed to do was run fast...(Damn I was slow as a turtle)
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Old school