Life, Death, and Acne

Life, Death, and Acne

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I am a outcast. black sheep, in other words a fucking goth girl, my conformist mom moved me here to tocher my soul more than it already is. fuck south park and all the people in it, fuck the world. "well maby things might be difent" my mother says, love dident work for my mom, then why would it me? (Yes i know lots of oc storys stut up ok)
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"Mommy am I your child?" My mom looked down and chuckled at me. "Of course you are Theo." She said continuing to cut the vegetables that I hated. "Then why do we have different skin?" I blurted. I was five at the time and I didn't know any better. "Who said that?" She asked looking at me concerned. She knew I wouldn't have thought that on my own. I was always perfectly happy with everything. "This kid Matt. He said his mommy thinks you're weird because we're two different skins." I said coloring in my book. "Well don't listen to what people say. Love doesn't discriminate." She told me sternly. I took her advice. Highest rank: #6 in interracial #2 in interracial-romance # 3 in sexualthemes

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