You’re dead to me. I’m dead.
My mother with her snide, jealous perversion sticking her tongue down my husband’s throat.
Sick cunt
Shit cunt
My mother’s a fucked up, narcissistic shit cunt
and I’m a whore.
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You are wrong such nice post 😆😆😆
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Hmmm, I wouldn’t say nice lol
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Such a nice post 👍😁
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Wonderful poem. There is nothing that a good punishment and a soft spanking can fix, not for you, for them!
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Thankyou 🙂
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Well did you wrote this on some drugs or after feeling a nightmare ?The way you presented the thoughts is absolutely unique and good!
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You’re welcome Jodine 🙂 Missed reading your awesome blog.
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Thankyou. Yes, raw and out! That’s what I needed
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Reblogged this on Notes and commented:
Being raw and original does not sometimes come out as pretty as all of those fake words and writers out there try to make us get used to.
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👌✔🎞I thank you very much. Back to you !!! stay healthy!!!!!
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Thankyou beautiful x
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Tomorrow, tomorrow, that it is good to know, continue like this. thanks to you, !!!!!!
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I’m all good. Bad trip
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tell me what’s going on (that was corona dream)) nice quiet weekend wishes. Everything will be fine. !!!
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