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Uh guys… I deleted tiktok, insta and wattpad from my phone by accident and couldn’t redownload them. I was legit crashing out, but I’m back now!! Thank god I got it back before the supposed ban on tiktok. 
          
          I guess you could say I reconnect with nature… hahahaha.

I have a dirty joke, that will make you laugh! And it fits the holiday season coming around. 
          Hope you follow back bc it’s funny as f
          
          The joke goes as: 
          
          Why doesn’t Santa Claus have any children?……
          Because he only comes once a year, and it’s not in your chimney. 
          
          
          
          I think it’s hilarious. Dreadful dirty and hilarious 
          
          (Also A friend of mine send this to me a while back! Not an original of tbh.) 

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You are now my icon

Bros n dudes I changed my username. No more is it zzzJoyful

Is the Joe Biden x Donald Trump book good 

Girl you are so funny, i js love you sm 

I'm trying to write this story about this Russian and Ethiopian girl. (lesbians, obviously)
          
          But I have a lousy storyline and shit-tone of things to do.

REPOST
          
          **** THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE****
          
          Cleanse me the same way you shame me
          
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          Do you know how much you burden me? Your arms wrapped around me cover me in the sin that is ours. Our sin. It is choking; it is infuriating. It is mine as well as yours.
          
          I cannot simply blame you, for I have been the one to cause such mess. I've caused the trouble love makes. How reckless it is to see myself above shame. Above tradition.
          
          How could I risk, risk everything for my self-validation? I wish to go back, but going back means never knowing of your touch.
          Of the freedom you brought to me.
          
          I am lowly-a bunched-up yarn. A piece of empty paper or maybe a paper so used up that it has lost use. Lost youth.
          
          Sin has made me clean. It was the world who saw it on me and called me dirty. I know l've been cleaned. My floors are no longer dirty, but what of yours? How is your floor?
          How is the window you look out of it? Has it been cleaned?
          
          You do not claim a single sin, and yet you are as equally dirty as you claim me to be. Do you expect god to pick your broom and sweep?
          
          I will not continue to weep. I will not give you your pride.

          
          
          Nothing compares to the volcano I've become. The eruption I had, the impact it left.
          The sky I leave black and toxic. The air that will never clear as it once was. Losing myself to anger wasn’t the worst part. It was those who made me feel as if I had no right for the anger that have been bubbling for these decades. That I should not be expressing myself after I’ve been compressing myself.
          
          If you didn’t want me to erupt, you shouldn’t have shaken me in the first place.