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~ I think my name is Lady with the "No Husband Skills" aka Chewbakka its not in my nature to imitate an essex bird ~ when being a cheeky futuristic skilled monkey with chewbakka<b> brains </font></b>~ suits me better ~ *aaahhh* {thank you -Wicks- for the youtube video's *aaahhh* (I learnt alot today} ~ do it mi bloody self syndrome) now im overly qualified to be fragile fragile fragile ~ im just fragile emotionally not skillfully ~ irony ~ I wonder if Rambo would find me useful ~ or someone who ~ may need a kind smile directed towards them ~ or I could just exist like a breathing spawn of elements alive in 2019 ~ well ~ no birthday sex no new year sex ~ ~im fucking ugly ~ shame ~ irony ~ men dont like chewbakka woman ~ they like the woman who are friends with us & feel pretty standing next to hairy muts like me ~ well ~ with that kinda of fate ~ life is easier being alone ~ feel ugly every century known to man ~ xxxx hurts ~ world I cant change my colour do I have to wear a weave ~ do i have to bleach my skin ~ must I fix a combi boiler all by myself out of fear off frighting electricians ~ the impact of snuggly uglyDom ~ chewbakka did all the work by himself in StarWars ~ skilled hairy ~ so much in commom I dont even talk any more my voice box is slowly losing its prime funtion ~ communicating verbal with other humans ~ irony ~ in this world im as "they would say" no weave -scum~ dark skin - shit no father -bastard I know I know I know ~ I appreciate my fate ~ I needed it for Art ~ xx thats the least I can do ~ at least im not ina another country being beat*n by men with cotton dresses on with sandy toes ~ or in other places where fate has the unkindest manifestations ~ * im grateful for being the hairy mutted crone with no throne here ~ the least I can do ~ is ~ try ~ try ~ make the place I live in beautiful once I took an overDos* & just when I WAS ABOUT TO DI* I called for help & the paramedic as he walked around my home I heard him say ~ my home looked lovely or something lovely ~ I feel bad now ~ my home is too pretty for such lovely National Healing Service ~ angels of health to find me de*d in ~ its unfair to the potential that may exist ~ if I just keep da faith |
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I feel sorry for men ~ i feel sad that a woman like me may find them attractive & im just a hairy with thickest hair & it must sad when you look over & think eeerrr ~ oh gosh ~
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~ xx ~ Im sorry I admire you all~ in the times when I was part of the world I always aimed high & was full of the greatest ambitions ~ xxx until trauma happened 2013 ~ I have tried but nothing will bring me back to the lady ionce was ~ this me the lady with nobody ~ is the me the old me spent many years trying to hide ~ x im confused myself to be honest I do try ~ I dont ride my bike anymore ~ I know ~ I know ~ the painful death frightens me ~ I may take my bike to the country side & ride around safetly lone in England ~ pray the police are near by ~ trained people im recognise uniforms ~ for me its intant trust safty security & help asistance & quenches my anxiety ~ im not good ~ im fragile but my dark skin would leave you to feel im strong & when really we are dainty mermaidens of the greatest realm ~ hidden for 10000's of years ~ xxxx waiting to flourish "Under your Sky"
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I wish I was your bike seat
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