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Heart shaped lips. He likes to call it bliss. But all I feel is a mind screaming to be freed. Teacup sized **** You can't get enough of this. But all I want Is my oversized, palpitating heart to be held by something other than cold, ungrateful hands. Nice shaped legs. You salivate at the sight of them. But all I want is to walk this Earth not afraid to be who I really am. Every inch of my body is beautiful. I know, I know. I'm beautiful. But what about the soul? What about the love that flows through my veins? What do you make of this? 8/16/16
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
What of the soul?
Heart shaped lips. He likes to call it bliss. But all I feel is a mind screaming to be freed. Teacup sized **** You can't get enough of this. But all I want Is my oversized, palpitating heart to be held by something other than cold, ungrateful hands. Nice shaped legs. You salivate at the sight of them. But all I want is to walk this Earth not afraid to be who I really am. Every inch of my body is beautiful. I know, I know. I'm beautiful. But what about the soul? What about the love that flows through my veins? What do you make of this? 8/16/16
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Denver, CO
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC
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