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I'm running wild! and it feels so good. Freedom at las, from my once controlling past. My religion is growing, my smiles are too, I've forgotten about one and moved on to two... I know he thinks of me often, but there is another more frontal on his mind. Its okay, I'll be here running wild. My whole body feels lighter my hair bounces naturally with each step Step by step i'm walking out on you, Part of me feels sorry, but part of me feels... Ungrown. My legs have been like strong roots holding me down through the weather by you. My arms have been accepting no matter the weather there was a place for you. My body a masterpiece continuously speculated, grabbed, and used by you. What a wonderful relationship you must have had! My perspective was so different. The fun times usually caused stress because I had said something wrong, or wore something to short. Not this time. Not next time. Not ever again! This jewel will not be chained down any longer. I am happier and less stressed with you gone. That may be harsh, but darling its true. So with out further ado, Good bye.
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
Chains.
I'm running wild! and it feels so good. Freedom at las, from my once controlling past. My religion is growing, my smiles are too, I've forgotten about one and moved on to two... I know he thinks of me often, but there is another more frontal on his mind. Its okay, I'll be here running wild. My whole body feels lighter my hair bounces naturally with each step Step by step i'm walking out on you, Part of me feels sorry, but part of me feels... Ungrown. My legs have been like strong roots holding me down through the weather by you. My arms have been accepting no matter the weather there was a place for you. My body a masterpiece continuously speculated, grabbed, and used by you. What a wonderful relationship you must have had! My perspective was so different. The fun times usually caused stress because I had said something wrong, or wore something to short. Not this time. Not next time. Not ever again! This jewel will not be chained down any longer. I am happier and less stressed with you gone. That may be harsh, but darling its true. So with out further ado, Good bye.
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claire-ellen-1
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
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