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There are little folds on your neck as you sleep that look like hair scrunchies, I am a little girl again though in a big man’s embrace. You were born in the eighties I am a child of the nineties, had a neopets sugar daddy at age ten and I think it could have been you, you, you that painted my acara rainbow told me it is okay to be gay and straight at the same time. I have not looked at a girl since you nor remembered how their skirts felt rubbing unfolding against my thigh. I had not even said “yes” to anyone before your big man embrace because I thought that being silent was the same and I think Peter Pan stunted your maturity so you could help me grow up too.
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
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There are little folds on your neck as you sleep that look like hair scrunchies, I am a little girl again though in a big man’s embrace. You were born in the eighties I am a child of the nineties, had a neopets sugar daddy at age ten and I think it could have been you, you, you that painted my acara rainbow told me it is okay to be gay and straight at the same time. I have not looked at a girl since you nor remembered how their skirts felt rubbing unfolding against my thigh. I had not even said “yes” to anyone before your big man embrace because I thought that being silent was the same and I think Peter Pan stunted your maturity so you could help me grow up too.
sarina
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May 10, 2013
May 10, 2013 at 4:25 PM UTC
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