Post traumatic stress. Live long. How do you feel? Devoid of caring. I work a lot. You and me, both. Next room.
Next room
You and me, both
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Work
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Feel
Do
How
Vanilla
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Breasts. Because I beat him. It's never more than three. Why don't they go around? Old Man Wondering. Software. Dense favor. Dense f...
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