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FUCIKCKKKKK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOUUUU I FUCKIGN G GNGNG JATEEE UOUUUU THATS ALL I FUCKING FEEL TOWARDS YOU JUST FUCKING HATRED THAYS ALL I WILL EVER FUCKING FEEL FOR YOU JUST FYCKING HATRED FUCK YOUUUU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKERZZZZZZ I JUST FUCKINGNGNGNNG GATE YOU WITHT THE BOTTOM OF MY FUCKING HEART THERE JS NO LOVE THERE IS NO LUST JUST FUCKING HATRED IF I EVER FUCKING MET YOU I WILL FUCKING KILLLLL YOU KILLLL K JL L I L KK ILLLL YOUUUUU YOU WILL BE FUCKING NOTHING IDC WHERE OR WHAT TIME IT IS YOU WILL BE KILLED DEAD NOTHING BUT FUCKING DEAD MEAT AND FUCKING KILLED LIKE THE LITTLE WORTHLESS PIECE IF SHIT U ARE YOU ARE FUKCING NOTHING BUT A LITTLE BLOWFLY MAGGOT SLOWLY SQUIRMING ITS WAY ON THE DEAD DRIED UP BLOATED CORPSE OF A WASHED UP PHILIPINO MURDER VICTIM FUCK YOUUUUU IDCCCC IF IM KILLING YOU INFRONT OF GIZZBILLION GABILLION WILIAM PEIOLE I WILL JUSY FUCKINGGGNKILL UOUUU ARE GONNNA FUCKING DIEEE UR GO AND UCKCIING DIE U ARE GINNA FUCKING DIEEE U YOU YOUUUUUUUUUUUU youuuuuuuUUuuuuuUuuUUU WULLLLL DIEEE!!!!!!!!!

When I was prob in my freshman years back when I was starting to transition into my manhood days I remember I would be hit with this urge to cross dress and have a gay twink build. Looking back on it now I think it was more of a weird fantasy I had, but I would say I was prob rlly confused back then when I used run across the fields in fear of getting caught up by snakes and scorpions. I used to have long hair and would sometimes put in either a ponytail or pigtails. I preferred pigtails because I thought they looked pretty. There was a time when I would wish to wear pretty little skirts or dress entirely in lolita type attire fashion, but eventually I would learn that my wishes of taking part in such styles of clothing would not be accepted by my relatives or peers. So I just quit having all those weird gay ass thoughts because I was too fucking lazy to actually stand up for myself. Years later I would return to these thoughts after having yet another wet dream of my ex prison cell mates, the recurring pinball nightmares of having passionate love with the cell mate that I bunked bed with haunts me almost every night. It's hard to tell if I'm over these visions or not but it has come to a point where I have no choice but to embrace in order to cope with it. When I calmly awoke right after dreaming of being given backshots I slowly rised from the couch that I slept on (I decided to burn my mattress with my friends) I then started to think of what happened while dreaming trying to piece everything together but then suddenly I was reminded of the weird moment of love that I had with a distant cousin of mine when I was about 7 years old. I remember my mama and papa took me on a trip back to France to visit family and we stayed for about a week at least, and during that week I would experience a slow close relationship with cousin that I met. We would play with the all the cool little critters we found in the back of are uncle's house, throw a basketball around inside the house breaking random shit in the process, and try and jump barbed wired fences and get hurt in the process. We would grow to find a interest in each other due to us finding enjoyment in the things we did together, we were both young and extremely fucking stupid. During the end of that week though I remember we decided to stay up and watch a poorly french dubbed movie of chicken run or whatever the fuck it was called. And I remember as I was getting tired and trying my hardest not to black out I would suddenly feel the sudden peck of a kiss on my right cheek. This sudden touch on the nerves of my face woke me and I would quickly look to the right of me starting at my cousin. We both started at each other for a few seconds but I would suddenly get up, shove him away from me and yell at him. I can't recall what exactly I said but it was something like "DONT FHCKING KISS ME U GAY FHCK!!!! WHAG THE FUCKKKK FUCKKKK YOUUUU U FUCKING MOTNER FUCKER" idk I forgot but it was prob something like that. Right after that whole moment I would then sit back down and continue watching the movie because I was actually genuinely interested in the movie, the movie was cool ngl. The next day after that I questioned wtf even happened, I wouldnt even talk to my cousin or hang out that much after the whole thing but I was pretty much confused on what to even think, but my short attention span would quickly shift and I would leave France and go back to the US forgetting the whole thing until now. When I got done remembering the whole thing while sitting on the couch staring into blankness I would then suddenly snap back into reality and go all like "wtffffff???? Dammm I did that.... Ehh that's cool I guess idk" and I would then go on my merry way after that forgetting the whole thing yet again.

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FUCIKCKKKKK FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOUUUU I FUCKIGN G GNGNG JATEEE UOUUUU THATS ALL I FUCKING FEEL TOWARDS YOU JUST FUCKING HATRED THAYS ALL I WILL EVER FUCKING FEEL FOR YOU JUST FYCKING HATRED FUCK YOUUUU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING MOTHER FUCKERZZZZZZ I JUST FUCKINGNGNGNNG GATE YOU WITHT THE BOTTOM OF MY FUCKING HEART THERE JS NO LOVE THERE IS NO LUST JUST FUCKING HATRED IF I EVER FUCKING MET YOU I WILL FUCKING KILLLLL YOU KILLLL K JL L I L KK ILLLL YOUUUUU YOU WILL BE FUCKING NOTHING IDC WHERE OR WHAT TIME IT IS YOU WILL BE KILLED DEAD NOTHING BUT FUCKING DEAD MEAT AND FUCKING KILLED LIKE THE LITTLE WORTHLESS PIECE IF SHIT U ARE YOU ARE FUKCING NOTHING BUT A LITTLE BLOWFLY MAGGOT SLOWLY SQUIRMING ITS WAY ON THE DEAD DRIED UP BLOATED CORPSE OF A WASHED UP PHILIPINO MURDER VICTIM FUCK YOUUUUU IDCCCC IF IM KILLING YOU INFRONT OF GIZZBILLION GABILLION WILIAM PEIOLE I WILL JUSY FUCKINGGGNKILL UOUUU ARE GONNNA FUCKING DIEEE UR GO AND UCKCIING DIE U ARE GINNA FUCKING DIEEE U YOU YOUUUUUUUUUUUU youuuuuuuUUuuuuuUuuUUU WULLLLL DIEEE!!!!!!!!!

When I was prob in my freshman years back when I was starting to transition into my manhood days I remember I would be hit with this urge to cross dress and have a gay twink build. Looking back on it now I think it was more of a weird fantasy I had, but I would say I was prob rlly confused back then when I used run across the fields in fear of getting caught up by snakes and scorpions. I used to have long hair and would sometimes put in either a ponytail or pigtails. I preferred pigtails because I thought they looked pretty. There was a time when I would wish to wear pretty little skirts or dress entirely in lolita type attire fashion, but eventually I would learn that my wishes of taking part in such styles of clothing would not be accepted by my relatives or peers. So I just quit having all those weird gay ass thoughts because I was too fucking lazy to actually stand up for myself. Years later I would return to these thoughts after having yet another wet dream of my ex prison cell mates, the recurring pinball nightmares of having passionate love with the cell mate that I bunked bed with haunts me almost every night. It's hard to tell if I'm over these visions or not but it has come to a point where I have no choice but to embrace in order to cope with it. When I calmly awoke right after dreaming of being given backshots I slowly rised from the couch that I slept on (I decided to burn my mattress with my friends) I then started to think of what happened while dreaming trying to piece everything together but then suddenly I was reminded of the weird moment of love that I had with a distant cousin of mine when I was about 7 years old. I remember my mama and papa took me on a trip back to France to visit family and we stayed for about a week at least, and during that week I would experience a slow close relationship with cousin that I met. We would play with the all the cool little critters we found in the back of are uncle's house, throw a basketball around inside the house breaking random shit in the process, and try and jump barbed wired fences and get hurt in the process. We would grow to find a interest in each other due to us finding enjoyment in the things we did together, we were both young and extremely fucking stupid. During the end of that week though I remember we decided to stay up and watch a poorly french dubbed movie of chicken run or whatever the fuck it was called. And I remember as I was getting tired and trying my hardest not to black out I would suddenly feel the sudden peck of a kiss on my right cheek. This sudden touch on the nerves of my face woke me and I would quickly look to the right of me starting at my cousin. We both started at each other for a few seconds but I would suddenly get up, shove him away from me and yell at him. I can't recall what exactly I said but it was something like "DONT FHCKING KISS ME U GAY FHCK!!!! WHAG THE FUCKKKK FUCKKKK YOUUUU U FUCKING MOTNER FUCKER" idk I forgot but it was prob something like that. Right after that whole moment I would then sit back down and continue watching the movie because I was actually genuinely interested in the movie, the movie was cool ngl. The next day after that I questioned wtf even happened, I wouldnt even talk to my cousin or hang out that much after the whole thing but I was pretty much confused on what to even think, but my short attention span would quickly shift and I would leave France and go back to the US forgetting the whole thing until now. When I got done remembering the whole thing while sitting on the couch staring into blankness I would then suddenly snap back into reality and go all like "wtffffff???? Dammm I did that.... Ehh that's cool I guess idk" and I would then go on my merry way after that forgetting the whole thing yet again.