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the devil’s eyes are blue , from when they made him up in heaven , but he keeps his girls like toys, strewn,              broken and like dolls, they lay in piles. you know, ive always kept my mouth closed , and my sharp teeth dulled, for i have been forced to wear a smile to cover up each bruise . so how come, when he looks at her like a dog , you all just let him bite? do you think he ever kissed his wife’s wounds? because you know, we know that you men all kiss his, right?
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
rot in hell, brett kavanaugh
the devil’s eyes are blue , from when they made him up in heaven , but he keeps his girls like toys, strewn,              broken and like dolls, they lay in piles. you know, ive always kept my mouth closed , and my sharp teeth dulled, for i have been forced to wear a smile to cover up each bruise . so how come, when he looks at her like a dog , you all just let him bite? do you think he ever kissed his wife’s wounds? because you know, we know that you men all kiss his, right?
it is time to be angry. It is time for women to bite and kick and scream and make everyone sorry for ever thinking that any of this was okay. I’m sorry Doctor Ford.
unlovedprincess
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
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