We are going A long

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My Grandfather smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, "if you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately" tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said me- "Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your grandfather put us through." I agreed at 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your profile gave me cancer anyway.

I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ remember you, you damn pervert. You were that guy that pushed me on the McDonald's parking lot floor and violently shoved a ♥♥♥♥ in my mouth and told me, 'You have to drink it all~' and slapped me in the face with it for 3 minutes while repeating the same ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ phrase over and over again, 'You like this, don't you? Dirty ♥♥♥♥♥~'. Then when you were about to squirt you shoved it in my mouth and you forced me to gag and swallow it. You then said, 'Choke on it you ♥♥♥♥!' and left me to rot in the corner. Not only that, but you damaged my throat so badly, everytime I eat or drink anything I can still taste your salty, thick ♥♥♥ in my throat. Now, everytime I'm having a good time eating my favorite foods, I always remember you licking your lips and moaning. You also ♥♥♥♥ at CS:GO.

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Think about how dangerous the white male imagination has been for black people over the years. White men imagined that living in a world with free blacks would be harmful to them, so they shed blood to protect slavery (Civil War), they imagined that black men were ♥♥♥♥♥♥ their women, so they creating the KKK, they continue to imagine that our blackness is a threat to their fragile whiteness so they continue to break our bodies and kill us. Sorry for the run-on sentence. I'm too heated to care about proper sentence structure.