Carrier. I'm kind of over you. I wish I wasn’t. Death. Plead. Wiring. His only son.
His only son
Plead
Death
I
Wish
I
Carrier
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Are you kidding? Oh, Good Grief. I'm supposed to know how? We take the moisture from the air. Split Lime. Split Lime The From Moisture T...
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