fresh out of highschool, I wish you the best. you had so much promise, but now your sucha mess. love to you is a feeling, love to you is a kiss, love to you is an answer, an answer only ending with yes, to you its not commitment, at least not in a logical sense, its not about using your witts, the only thing you think about, is attached to a pair of titts, wake up a youngester, and smell the fucking coffee, being pussywipped is a phase, I'm happy your not gay, you have so much you can do, so many choices to choose, quit being a fucking woosy, go out and fuck new pussy, each one is different, so dont be scared, you might like it, you might even stare, you might just touch it, you might even lick, you might even fuck it, with you little boyish dick, make sure before you stick it though, to spit a little spit. so before I end this little poem, please understand what you have read, please go and fuck just one more girl, before you end up dead!
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