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jesus

by @loisa-f

boys fuck me & then tell me all about the bible classes they’re taking. boys' breaths usually smell of how they're thinking about the girl with short brown hair & bangs as no more than a girl with short brown hair & bangs. i am not angry with them. this is not me angry. i am not angry at any boy. this is me trying to forget about boys with hands like the teeth of fake gods.
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