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- it gets hard sometimes to accept that im not yours...
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- I used to be really afraid of deconstruction i wan...
- not so hot
- you are so g-d beautiful. I wish i knew who she wa...
- im mikey..i rock.
- beef in the jeans shes wearin'...im hooked anicant...
- easy.lucky.free.thats me.I took this picture durin...
- "drop it like its hot jessy, he's mindfucking you ...
- I dont want anything from him,except to hold him,t...
- Remember yourself.Through the yard, through the ya...
- ahhh
- all women are one woman. And i'm roughly content w...
- There is an aching that burns somewhere between my...
- damn it. c'mere.
- moment
- always and only are very strong words
- when i was a little girl,i used to spend hours and...
- I have been one acquainted with the night.I have w...
- ahts and fahhts and crafts
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- she says you're a masochist for falling for me,so ...
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- i believe.
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- Once Upon a time, three girls who like to cook and love to eat, lived in a house on morningside. What ensued next proved to be delicious.
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