I wanted to introduce my index to the box. I held up an old mirrior just to see how hot. A wave of guilt rolled in my heart as mind conditioning bad. But years later I smile at the thought of knowing just what I had.
I wanted to let my hair grow, I want to be on top. I am a women not a little girl, that's where your fantasy starts.
-Were talking about oceans not lakes, real beauty, am I a real fake. Were talking about a life of love not war. Sometimes I just don't know anymore.
I wanted to let my hair grow, I want to be on top. I am a women not a little girl, that's where your fantasy starts.
-Were talking about oceans not lakes, real beauty, am I a real fake. Were talking about a life of love not war. Sometimes I just don't know anymore.
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