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Dec 2018
He said I’m good at giving head & headaches. I’m sorry for complaining about my jaw pains. I’m sorry for the earthquake, that you started in my stomach. The the heart pangs that rattle my rib cage. I am sorry that I’ve accepted this fate. I’m sorry I’m a fat **** that no one will date.
Madeysin
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