You can't burry the truth when that hatchets embedded in you're skull. Just like you can't marry a fat chimney to cure pedophilia.

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You can’t burry the truth when that hatchets embedded in you’re skull. Just like you can’t marry a fat chimney to cure pedophilia.

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I need my ᴘᴜssʏ impregnanted by my first, bisexual boyfriend. We both lost our virginity to each other at 23. I want his child inside me. Then I’d rub my c******* and enjoy being a k****, depraved pregnant s***. My fiancé doesn’t know any of this.

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I don’t like goodbyes with people I like, I sometimes I just skip it. Often in these scenarios, I just cancel the last meeting we’re supposed to have and say I’m ill. That way the last time I saw them isn’t sad because we thought we had one more meeting before parting ways and we don’t need to say farewell.