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Aug 2014
HE TALKS TO ME LIKE IM A STUPID GIRL
really? Am I really?
I can paint and write and play keys
Don't you EVER underestimate me
I can make you squeal and shout
how do you feel now?
I'll rip you to shreds.
You haven't seen my bag of tricks yet
Don't talk to me like I'm ******* stupid. Don't talk to me like I don't know what I'm doing. I've seen blood pour from skin and the light of life leaves bloodshot eyes. I can survive the floods and fires and the apocalyptic outrage. So *******.
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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