best friends

best friends

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yana: age 19 its me yana brown skin thick 5'5 long hair big beautiful Brown eyes. im that bitch you dont wanna fuck over other then that shidd im kool. Bre: age 18 yassss bitch its bree babii im thicker then a peanut butter snicker im 5'7 caramel baby pretty light brown eyes yass bish they real long hair don't care. im not to be fuck wit on the real im bipolar asf. shay: age 19 lol them to is a mess but im shayy thickness all the way light gray eyes red bone 5'9 don't take shit from nobody. Hikeem: age 19 it's hikeem babii light skin with a temp fade hazel eyes 5''11 body A1 gotta eyebrow piercing an a tongue piercing. (lick's lips aydd) kemari :age 19 light skin 5'11 Light Lime Green /gray eyes temp fade ima twin of hikeem just more sexii (smile in lick's lips ) rashadd:age 18 Brown skin dread head good in bed lol ayyd ...but naww im 5'6. my body speak for itself
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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