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Сообщить о проблеме с переводом
En gnutta koncentrerad saft som toppas av med is
Den smakar lite som bensin och krossad medicin
Men gud vad den gör susen när man svettas litervis
what if one day you woke up and your nipples were completely gone
like no scars or anything, just flat skin
and then once you leave your room you find out your dad died last night
and then several days later, you find out that for your entire life your dad had been sneaking into your room while you slept
and sucking on your chest to make to gigantic hickeys where your nipples should be
because you were born without them
not for any sexual reason, just so you would fit in
god bless you dad