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I am an Emotional Poet
RunLikeHell666
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Last Visit: 151 weeks ago
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Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Is love really real or just a feeling? Or a state of mind what really is love. All that i know and all that i have been through i say its kind or real but not really. I mean whats the point of loving someone you know truly doesn't love you back but is scared to tell you they really don't love you. All it is,is a big lie.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
Willy Wonka Willy Wonka the amazing chocolateer Willy Wonka Willy Wonka Everybody give a cheer hes modest clever and so smart he barley can restrain it with so much generosity there is no way to contain it contain contain it yay! Willy wonka willy wonka hes the genious who just cant be beat
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
IM SO BORED I HAD A CONVERSATION WITH AN ONLINE PREDATOR!
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
'ello poppet. Or sleepy head.. or whatever one works, and thanks for the favourite!!!
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected. Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in the scrolls of her toga, Her bare
Feet seem to be saying: We have come so far, it is over.
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The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
--
The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
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