How? His life. You don't want to know me. You don’t owe me.
Me
Me
Know
Want
His life
How
Trust
God
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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