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I have a fetish for giving head, and since it's in mouth and it's much easier to swallow it... I swallow it. It just shoots straight down anyway.
I don't mind having it blown all over me... anywhere but my face. It's disgusting.
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I fight because I despise life and everyone in it. I run because I wish not to be near. I am not dead yet because death has not searched for me. I only live because life allows me to. Here I am, a drifter, no longer with a soul but one who will just wander endlessly amongst people. Hands to be stained with blood. Heaven cries a sorrowful tear for they created something that was not meant to be. Life can drive a person so far into having no fear, weaknesses they hate, and fighting themselves all their lives. They will remain doing so as I am.
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