Post-traumatic stress disorder. Panic. Why didn't you tell me? Definitely one of my favorites. Lime to the Lemon. Might I, Mother? Molten Java. Cup. Black honesty.
Black honesty
Cup
Mother
I
Might
Lemon
The
My favorite
One
Me
Tell
Why
Panic
Cold
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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