The wind is whipping past my face carrying painful lashings from strands of hair that have become weapons in this icy late Spring storm. It's telling me I have no business being in love. No business feeling angst. No business feeling loss. No business longing. Leave. Leave little silly child. Travel on... You're hanging on too long... It's time to say goodbye. Time to hurt and be hurt. But most of all, it's time to say goodbye....
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Coco uncensored...
- coco
- Coco was my nickname when I was a kid. My big sister couldn't say Nichole when I was born, so Coco it was. I have only recently discovered via my friend that 'coco' in her native language of Creole means *what I will tastefully refer to as: 'girl parts...down there' .... So started the blooper that is my life. I have decided that I'll keep the name. My sister meant no harm, and hey... it could be worse. Sooooo, if you would like to join my secret club, I promise not to give you a codename that also refers to genetilia. READ ON... IT'S FUN AND CALORIE FREE!
