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deadsexbunny

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About deadsexbunny

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    Newbie
  • Birthday 02/11/1999

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  • Gender
    Female
  • Interests
    singing, art, witchcraft, sex, smoking, love, adventures
  • Orientation
    Bisexual

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    United States
  1. alone

    when you are alone and on a site full of lonely people and you still don't fit in. That's just me I guess.
  2. Brat

    Lonely per usual
  3. suicidal

    Does anyone ever get to that point and survive, I've been to it and stopped but it always comes back so is it really avoidable? I'd like to think that it is but like I'm stuck in this back and forth cycle of death or life.
  4. Roots

    Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for another. I will never blossom to my full potential or feel the tears of joy from the families who've gained a new life. I will never feel the pain of a child stepping on me or the wind that so graciously brought me to this very spot. I will feel nothing outside of this lonely shell ever and I can't handle the idea of never experiencing anything. Even if I am a little weed in this world full of roses and daisies I must know what its like to be picked, looked at and cherished even if its only for a few seconds. Because I am a flower and despite what I may become I was made to grow. I think my roots jut took to the dirt.
  5. Roots

    Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for another. I will never blossom to my full potential or feel the tears of joy from the families who've gained a new life. I will never feel the pain of a child stepping on me or the wind that so graciously brought me to this very spot. I will feel nothing outside of this lonely shell ever and I can't handle the idea of never experiencing anything. Even if I am a little weed in this world full of roses and daisies I must know what its like to be picked, looked at and cherished even if its only for a few seconds. Because I am a flower and despite what I may become I was made to grow. I think my roots jut took to the dirt.
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