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Going to sleep With *** on my lips You on my mind And bruises on my hips I cant tell If i have no self respect Or maybe my mentality Is just wrecked Or maybe this is healthy The entertain and please After all im a **** And you have needs What a perfect match I have what you want But I dont want anything Isnt that just hot I dont even ******* know Who the hell i am
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
Call me yours
Going to sleep With *** on my lips You on my mind And bruises on my hips I cant tell If i have no self respect Or maybe my mentality Is just wrecked Or maybe this is healthy The entertain and please After all im a **** And you have needs What a perfect match I have what you want But I dont want anything Isnt that just hot I dont even ******* know Who the hell i am
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27/Genderqueer
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
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