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Sex

I don,t love sex, the source of cry, and some times pain! I hate it ago. When i think about it, i feel so bad, shame and cry when ever iam! My father died because of AIDS, we get from sex, really it's death. How ever it's good to keep our life, and the world's joy. Sex is love, without it at all, the lovers can devorce forever at home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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