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Apr 2016
In the 10th grade double headed dragon lies pouring more my faith was absent I tried to stop the noise but it was hit a well known platinum Bobby's house we are icecream and passion the lips of a spokesman and the tongue of a assassin. Wrapped around the time he said he liked  my fashion I feel like his mom even knew I was living life backwards, I couldn't help it they popped up like spasms hurting my life didn't know it until now he follows me on Facebook but barley even talk.
When ask for a helping hand I could barely even talk shot by his tongue I wasn't even shocked how we lead the conversation and investigated each other like someone I white chalk  he Dosent take it out instead his throat feels up with lumps ...swallows my intention! He swallowed my "thoughts" ! Mom is gunna **** me but I've came to do a lot.
Next night comes  and my horns are big as f* victor calls my name now I have the power to call thunder from my eyes and make him struck bigger then usual I fell in lust he wanted as much as i did there was no one to help me up. Volcano of skin he was so hot to the touch this was the second time my thoughts were kicked out like a punt sad thing about this I ate the double headed dragon for lunch
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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