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The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

Chapter 2 - The Bathroom

Chapter One - The Truth

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

Chapter 2 - The Bathroom

I begin to tear every intestine from self and juggle in a 3/4 rhythmic pattern whilst I question myself, the sounds of pleasure resound throughout the room similar to Chopin.

Chapter One - The Truth

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

Chapter 2 - The Bathroom

I begin to tear every intestine from self and juggle in a 3/4 rhythmic pattern whilst I question myself, the sounds of pleasure resound throughout the room similar to Chopin.
I then realize that I'm a masochist.

Chapter One - The Truth

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

Chapter 2 - The Bathroom

I begin to tear every intestine from self and juggle in a 3/4 rhythmic pattern whilst I question myself, the sounds of pleasure resound throughout the room similar to Chopin.
I then realize that I'm a masochist.
I throw myself into the matrix in hope of finding a man.

Chapter One - The Truth

The blood is gushing out of my chest at a fast rate.
It was then that my parents had lied to me all my life, but now I knew.  I am a woman.
My breasts pounced off of my chest like a nimble mountain goat.
I then wonder why I've always had a richard.
Am I a bi...no, I can't be...
I look around for clues of my loveuality. I see a princess poster, then I see research. I see male research, then I see feminine items. I am confused.
I have no idea where they came from either.
Perhaps when I raped my mother?
No, it couldn't be... but why has my richard always been able to bend into my vagina, even when I have a boner?
I go into the bathroom and get tons of Toilet paper and put it on my chest.

Chapter 2 - The Bathroom

I begin to tear every intestine from self and juggle in a 3/4 rhythmic pattern whilst I question myself, the sounds of pleasure resound throughout the room similar to Chopin.
I then realize that I'm a masochist.
I throw myself into the matrix in hope of finding a man.
The gash in my chest is hurting badly.