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A real Saddy Dumpington

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is this anything
I was browsing Wattpad and came across something.. not so darling.
What the F*CK IS THIS??????
Are people seriously freaking shipping me with the SCOUNDREL that ruined my life? I don’t understand… I only came out at bicurious a few short months ago, but to ship me with a boy, that I hate… I feel so much shame. What if I must kee being straight now due to the… shame ?
I’m so afraid of what will come next… is this what LGBT had to deal with every day? Being shipped with the ENEMY! God… I think I understand Tenna even more now. Perhaps I can consult him on my break…
For now, let me just say… tag your FREAKING problematic fanfiction so I can’t see SENSITIVE subjects like Glupo, parental death, etc…
And… don’t mess with Profit von Capitalism at his fullest potential.
Ma pusti gradske priče, pa njih priča svako..

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nesto glupo,moje
Da sam malo manje ljubomorisala, da sam se malo manje ljutila, malo manje svadjala, malo te vise ljubila i malo cesce govorila da te volim.. Da sam samo to radila, mozda bismo se sad smejali, mozda bi me sad grlio ispod glupe,pokvarene svetiljke u nasem glupom parku blizu tvoje glupe kuce sedeli na nasoj glupoj klupici na kojoj su idalje urezana mala srca dva pored nasih glupih imena i ja bih se mozda bih se tako glupo smejala tvojim tako odvratno slatkim i ujedno glupim salama i glupo drhtala pod tvojim jos glupljim dodirom. Sve je to meni, glupo jer ti nisi tu ti se ne smejes sa mnom i u taj park vise ne ides i sve sto me na tebe seca je tako glupo jer te ja tako tako glupo i nepodnosljivo idalje volim i nije me bilo briga da li je ista u vezi tebe bilo glupo cak, suludo ali, nije me bilo briga da li si i ti glup ili je nesto tvoje glupo kao na primer tvoj glupi muzicki ukus i tvoje glupe patike koje si toliko obozavao dok smo bili zajedno a sada ih ne nosis vise... nije me bilo briga jer si ipak bio nesto moje nesto glupo moje...
-ultravioletna.( Teodora Vukovic) vracam se nedostajanju tebe. :)
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