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The legend of lil’ Samson.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My bed is tagged with golden piss,
My juice-boxes are served cold,
My homework list is as long as my Christmas list,
My head grows, filled with lies my teacher told.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My self-esteem fluctuates between low and high,
My hands blacken with mud playing in the sun,
My personality attracts no friends no matter how I try,
My nights are long trying to ignore my dad lashing my mum.

I am 7 years old,
I am a champion.

My grades are to be hit high as required,
My dream is to ride a motorbike,
My crush laughed when I told her it was her I admired,
My classmates called me gay so I tried to take my own life.

I was 7 years old,
I am a champion.
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I love neck

I love when I get sloppy neck in the toilette that affects the sex for every minute I collect inside the mess between her legs, wrestling like it’s a contest, holding her against her chest, putting her under arrest while fondling her breasts wondering who’s next to jump into my bed, eat a fancy dinner, connect, digest and undress to let me inspect the wet muscles they flex under their dior-scented dress.