so what are you going to do now my friend now that your sunshine has come to an end because your birth control pills didn't work anymore and now you've been labeled as some fucking whore so how does it feel is it feeling real or are you lost inside a self made illusion of numbing frustrations and teenage confusions so i guess that's what you get when you fuck around you've kicked your own ass this timeBirth sign: Not entered
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