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yeah eatso i was lurking haha took me a few hours to read this thread

kept running off to do drugs and paint.

 

man rxtc just blew her self up hardcore

i knew what she looked like cause of VIP but dang you just opened up on the public?

 

 

youre just a typical confused white girl who likes invader zim and dressing terribly.

its ok if youre stuck in 1999 high school i guess but i wouldnt go around flaunting that youre basically the most boring generic type of white girl there is.

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There is an advantage to it.

Posting full frontal nudity photos of yourself on 12oz (if you are female) gains you respect and adds some weight to all your future posts.

Nobody will ever take you serious around this place if you don't give in a post nudes.

Ask boohead.

She was a complete joke until she saw the light and posted a full spread of photos taken by some half-rate photographer who dreams of one day being able to move up the ladder and take photos of internet porn bots.

 

shorty mad cause she ugly!!!!!!:lol:

 

u mad?

 

yes, you are.

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YO SO THE WHOLE TIME IM ETHERING THIS BITCH AND SHE'S LIKE "IM NOT WACK IM NOT WACK" IM LIKE "THIS BITCH IS MOST DEF WACK. SHE PROLLY GO THE ELLEN HAIRCUT AND ROCKS RAINBOW COLORED WRISTBANDS ON SOME HIPHOP DYKE SHIT" BITCH PROBABLY TAKES PICTURES WITH HER DYKE HOMEGIRLS IN DICKIES PRETENDING TO EAT EACHOTHER OUT IN HER HIGHSCHOOL CAFETERIA. WHY AM I SO ON POINT?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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GAME OVER.

 

 

 

 

 

BITCH YOU LOOK LIKE LESBIAN HARRY POTTER WITH BENJAMIN FRANKLIN GLASSES AND YOU GOT JUNKIE HANDS LIKE A MOTHERFUCKER, STOP CHEWIN YOUR FINGERNAILS AND MASHIN ON THIS KEYBOARD LIKE THAT SHIT IS FUCKIN YOU UP. GROW YOUR HAIR OUT AND STOP LYIN ABOUT FUCKIN NIGGAS CUZ NOW I KNOW FOR DAMN SURE AINT NO NIGGA WITH A QUARTER OUNCE OF SELF RESPECT GONNA PUT HIS DICK IN THAT MUSTY ASS BOX. UNLESS YALL MET AT A LBTG MEETING AT "UNI" AND DECIDED IT WOULD BE "RIGHT PROPER" TO FUCK EACHOTHER AS AN EXPERIMENT IN "GROSS" GO DO SOME WINDMILLS OFF THE SYDNEY OPERA HOUSE OR WHATEVER THAT FUNNY LOOKIN BUILDIN IN AUSTRALIA IS CALLED YOU FRUMPY ASS BITCH. 1!

 

OHHH GODDDDD!!!!!!

 

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

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I was lost and in rush

I reached out and he would “show me the way”

Next moment push, thrust, alone.

Time stopped yet it went for so long.

I fell down then I crawled.

A nearby garage to huddle.

My stomach then emptied

Where was I? I couldn’t feel the ground

I must have stood up

Reached where I was supposed to be.

I walked through doors, up a lift, into my ward.

“You look like shit Rachael”

“Yeah just a bit tired!”

I was bleeding and sore, physical feeling coming back.

Handover began, the day now is lost.

Got home at midnight, everything looks familiar.

But I’m floating, not feeling.

A shower. More blood. So dirty.

So dirty. I can feel everything but I’m numb.

Where am I? So dirty.

I’m terrified of sleep. Caffeine provides solace.

Next day. My secret. Don’t tell.

My head becomes clear. Reality sets in.

Don’t tell anyone they won’t understand.

My secret.

Days later it’s harder.

Booze and work can’t mix.

The bruises remind me, there’s no escape.

I need someone, I ring someone.

I come there and I cry.

I become hysterical. I’m lost. Where am I?

Work continues, I have to walk by There each day.

I cross the road, focus on others.

Can they tell I’m so dirty, so dazed?

I can’t eat, I can’t sleep, I retch but I smile.

The muscles on my face starting hurting

But I have to continue to smile.

I must be an easy target.

It will happen again. I know it.

I can feel the hand still,

The thrusts and the gasps.

It’s happening in my mind

Again and again he intrudes.

One night so exhausted.

Alone, scared, confused.

The loneliness consumes me

A bottle of Vodka will fix it

Throw in some of the white powder

200g/2mL will aid it too.

Then I sleep.

I stay in my room 3 days, alone.

Don’t eat, can’t drink, my stomach just ejects.

A friend rings me

“Where are you?”

“Just tired and busy”

“It’s Saturday, I will pick you up”

In her house I enter

Man on TV has the same beard

Someone starts crying

My chest is hurting

Why am I being held

Fuck she will get dirty

Fuck it’s me crying. I never cry.

Now I’ve lost it.

The tears empty my being, my chest.

Now becomes healing, my souls starts feeling.

But this healing body

Will always show evidence of its brokenness.

 

 

 

 

 

OH WORD?

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