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Jan 2018
When she looks out on her life she crys about her choices...
What if she never gave a ******* to the player...
What if she never sent nudes to the good churchy boy...
What if she never watched **** ever?
What if she never was born?
She looks out into the night pondering her choices in life... She would never have thought her life would be so professional to not choose those ****** choices. She looks at her friends while they are innocent she knows she does not want to taint their souls or look out on life so she hides her pain and talks about her ****** up family and becomes more and more depressed...
this one is from the soul sometimes I think like this
Alyssa Gregory
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Alyssa Gregory  16/F/Missouri
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