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Trendy, it is to be unattached. Just ******* nothing else to it. It simply is- just ******* I can **** whoever I want whenever I want because that's what ******* feminism is, right? To use my ****** and my body in any way I ******* please. My ***** my choice, right? I can flash my **** show everyone my piercings- and then demand respect. Because that's what feminism is, right? My body, my choice. No. My body, my ******* church. When the **** did love go out of style? All these trendies just ******* making just ******* a style, persuading everyone to think it's ******* great to expose your deepest self to someone who doesn't even know how you take your coffee. All these ******* can't **** me the way a ******* lover can love me- blow my ******* brains out shoot me to the ******* stars tie me up suffocate me in the most intoxicating feeling that'll make your ***** tingle in jubilant joy- make you never wanna **** with any other ****** because they can't shoot you to the ******* stars in ****** the way that love can. ****** is more than just ******* When the **** did it become cool to give little pieces of yourself to all the little ******* who never could make you come? When the **** did it become cool to stop loving? To stop caring? To stop respecting? Your body, your choice Your ***** your choice Your **** your choice. Your life, your choice. But nothing is as good as love is- nothing can make you feel better like a good lover can. Nothing can bring you up, make you shine, build your respect, and **** you- as good as good love can.
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Love is out of Style.
Trendy, it is to be unattached. Just ******* nothing else to it. It simply is- just ******* I can **** whoever I want whenever I want because that's what ******* feminism is, right? To use my ****** and my body in any way I ******* please. My ***** my choice, right? I can flash my **** show everyone my piercings- and then demand respect. Because that's what feminism is, right? My body, my choice. No. My body, my ******* church. When the **** did love go out of style? All these trendies just ******* making just ******* a style, persuading everyone to think it's ******* great to expose your deepest self to someone who doesn't even know how you take your coffee. All these ******* can't **** me the way a ******* lover can love me- blow my ******* brains out shoot me to the ******* stars tie me up suffocate me in the most intoxicating feeling that'll make your ***** tingle in jubilant joy- make you never wanna **** with any other ****** because they can't shoot you to the ******* stars in ****** the way that love can. ****** is more than just ******* When the **** did it become cool to give little pieces of yourself to all the little ******* who never could make you come? When the **** did it become cool to stop loving? To stop caring? To stop respecting? Your body, your choice Your ***** your choice Your **** your choice. Your life, your choice. But nothing is as good as love is- nothing can make you feel better like a good lover can. Nothing can bring you up, make you shine, build your respect, and **** you- as good as good love can.
schmana
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
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