Insurcurites
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Last published Tue, Oct 7, 2014
Why am I so skinny ? Why am I so tall ? Why don't I have a big butt? Why can't I be light skin ? Only thing great on me is my long hair and flat stomach . Why can't I except myself. Why ? Insurcurties.
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