Yeah I'm bi so what
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Last published Fri, Apr 14, 2017
Hey so truth be told my name is Kyla, I'm 13 and pretty much in bisexual. For all those people who judge bisexuals THEN GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE. Any way this is just a story on how being bisexual has influenced my life. This story was inspired by @infectious world she's one of my best friends so go follow her NOW. Lol
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