• https://www.furaffinity.net/view/47407637/

• https://x.com/HeyFizzyJay/status/1530648613063368706

• https://e621.net/post/show/3359284

https://frenschan.org

trans lives matter when all of them finally have commited suicide so the cycle can continue

https://frenschan.org

trans lives matter when all of them finally have commited suicide so the cycle can continue

https://frenschan.org

trans lives matter when all of them finally have commited suicide so the cycle can continue

https://frenschan.org

trans lives matter when all of them finally have commited suicide so the cycle can continue

amazing i think

not le /h/schizocel mod

@Soren @schizocel @GlowShark_donGERous_ discuss

Soren hands typef t

The first one ghosted me after our first date.

The second one said she had a good time after the first one but then for the second one brought friends along (might be an Asian thing, I have been told later)

The third one kept inviting me to stuff and I didn't realize those were dates. When I did I told her I just thought of her as a good friend.

The fourth one turned out to already have a boyfriend so I decided to not engage further.

What do you think? Am I chaddy enough for this board? 😏

She stepped off of the boat to see flowers in his hands

The man she would marry was as hard as the mountains

She had his children in a log cabin

Soon I'd be another star in this family's constellation

In the land of the midnight sun

Searching for gold

I am my father's daughter

He has his mother's eyes

I am the product of her sacrifice

I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations

And their stories live in me like holy water

I am my father's daughter

My father raised me in an old log cabin

And he sang for me the songs his mother sang to him

In honky-tonks, and empty bars, just me and him

And that old guitar

He passed on a legacy wrapped up in a melody

And I carry on

Searching for gold

I am my father's daughter

I have his eyes

I am the product of his sacrifice

I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations

And their stories live in me like holy water

I am my father's daughter

And every time I step on stage

And the music finds me

I don't need gold to remind me

I am my father's daughter

I have my Grandma's eyes

I am the product of such sacrifice

I am the accumulation of the dreams of generations

And their stories live in me like holy water

I am my father's daughter

Oh, I am my father's daughter

Keep in mind that this is an old country music legend who had all the money and respect in the world yet killed herself recently.

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