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Today
I found out my ex fucked some Nasty dirty hoe. I ain’t gonna lie, I was pissed off. But then I realized, SHE’S A NASTY DIRTY HOE and it’s not worth trippin about. He’ll get what’s coming to him and I recommend he go get his stank dick checked. (:
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I’m not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.
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Hearing the shit you do, disgusts me. It disturbs me. I loose my appetite and begin to get nauseous. I feel my body getting hot and start to weaken. But I’ll just sit back and watch from a distance. Soon, everything should fall into place. And I’ll watch karma come after you. It’s a shame how things are right now. I wanna do what’s right. Someone, tell me what’s right.
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