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ME W. PANDA AT NATABOOS HOUSE

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Birthday:April 19, 1994
Location:Canada
Join Date:05:43pm | Apr 09, '08
Profile Updated:04:57pm | Dec 19, '09
Last Active:12:36pm | Dec 06, '09

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Fiction, Fantasy, Magazines, Mysteries, Non-fiction
Movies:Action, Classic, Comedy, Drama, Musicals
Art:Doodling, Journal Writing, Painting, Sewing, Singing
Animals/Pets:Birds, Cats, Dogs, Farm Animals, Rabbits
Video Games:Racing, Sports
Sports:Badminton, Baseball, Basketball, Bowling, Dance (competitive), Fishing, Hiking, Jogging, Rock Climbing, Rollerskating, Running, Soccer, Swimming, Tennis, Track and Field, Ultimate Frisbee, Volleyball
Activities:Cooking, Partying, Shopping, Traveling, Dancing
Outdoor:Camping, Fishing, Gardening, Going to the beach, Exploring, Traveling

ABOUT ME

::[/b] Amara :: 14 :: Kp :: Sinlge but crushing:: 778 ::[/size]


AMARA

Everything she do is like me (ay)
From her head to her feet like me (ay)
She tryna talk like me Tryna walk like me
Tryna get all the boys in the club like me
Everything she be is like me (ay)
Tryna imitate me (ay)
She tryna move like me Tryna act like me
Tryna get on the floor And shake her ass like me


The Few That Stay Truee
Kelsey.Kristine ,Marisah.Karen.

Adores, Likes, Wants!
Him<3Shoppin.Friends.Sleepovers.Me

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08:29pm | Aug 30, '08 | No Comments
you are one sick person if you dont repost this i feel for
you if this dosent touch you because this is just wrong.
read this.
its disgusting

Walking in my nighty; rubbing my eyes
My fathers sitting on the sofa with his friend
He pats
theseat in the middle;
i sit Shivering so cold; a quilt he lends
"Jessy you love me dont you" a smile; his
Their breathe spirts weep
"Daddy you know i do; what is it?"
He smiles at his friend; his hand creeps
His friend takes my hand; looks me in the eyes
Daddys creeping up my nightie; cold hands
I try to pull his hand away; grip is strong!
They look at one
another; nod; something planned
I feel my palms sweat; Daddys under my knickers
Daddy im going to bed! Night" Pulling again
But there grip is to strong for weak me
I look at both; and ask, who are these men?
His fingers going up me;
pulling away
His friend leans forward; a kiss? Why?
His toungue moving mine; my eyes squint
Lean back and away; "Why are you doing this?"
No answer, i feel the pain in