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My nail polish peels like wallpaper on a dead house and i suppose thats what i am a dead house decrepit and torn broken down and old from 16 years of broken mentality *** Nympho-manically wanted Lips, Hips, thighs. But what if thats gone and my wallpaper is peeling like ripe fruit
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
Dead House
My nail polish peels like wallpaper on a dead house and i suppose thats what i am a dead house decrepit and torn broken down and old from 16 years of broken mentality *** Nympho-manically wanted Lips, Hips, thighs. But what if thats gone and my wallpaper is peeling like ripe fruit
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27/Genderqueer
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:04 AM UTC
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