This is me.
Sandstorm freedom returned to those it was taken. blood still flowing from skin and flesh like the flowing of refugees, returning home from...
Here are a few of mine... Wordplay: Whispers, filling summer air the tangy, bitter taste of jealousy. distrust. Hatred. Unbeknownst to me...
I ran both Cross country and track in highschool and have been running since. You can't just keep going from race to race running as hard as...
I'm usually an ass guy, for both guys and girls. I usually can't help sneaking a peak at the bulge of a guy but usually the ass is more...
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