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This is ironic, cause the strangers seem to love me more than anyone before. I feel usually deranged. Next week I realized I crave pity. I make everything sound worse.
Girl, you try to call people Barbie because you fuckin' look like that with the fuckin' big-ass fuckin' eyelashes. But besides the eyelashes, you're gorgeous, but yeah.
First of all, nobody is mad. Second of all, Pookie, you know damn well I'm fucking right. Third of all, do you not see you? Bitch, you're fucking uglier than fucking the devil. You're fucking uglier than fucking hell. Go the fuck away with that bullshit. Nobody's scared. I really fucking- I'll really fucking pull the fuck up, and I'll really swing on you. That simple.
Big nine. Just tell me what time to try I said fuck you paint turn the goddamn see this beautiful girl gummy's that are in boat told is Knigge fuck you're trying to Peter I'm talking to Bae