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There is thunder in my ****** from my ****** falls her monthly rain – I like being a girl, but I hate being a woman. This is what all of us say: give me estrogen but not too much. give me the babies but don’t make it hurt. And all their milk is store-bought. April 25th, 2006. Judgment day, in white pants I give orange pulp to everyone – the Sixteenth Century has me by the ovaries.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
on my first period
There is thunder in my ****** from my ****** falls her monthly rain – I like being a girl, but I hate being a woman. This is what all of us say: give me estrogen but not too much. give me the babies but don’t make it hurt. And all their milk is store-bought. April 25th, 2006. Judgment day, in white pants I give orange pulp to everyone – the Sixteenth Century has me by the ovaries.
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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