When no one cares about me. Who cares about you; who cares about me? Useless. En route. War.
War
En route
Useless
Me
Care
Who
Care
Who
Me
Care
No one
When
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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