text and chaos
Wait just a moment.
fears and completely won me, have turned around, they have left nothing of what it was. Now I'm just like a deformed and sad stain on a piece of cardboard. Nothing that was no longer recognize me, nobody recognizes me as it passes along to me, I only pity or perhaps nothing, perhaps not feel anything, but I hate, is all I can think coherently.
I'll put order into my life, because it is dirty, it stinks and I do not like how it looks or how he sees strange people. I need only
seconds ... counted in hours, days ... or years, do not know.
pa Sundays serve me the chills and mental insanity.
especially warm and cloudy, do not make sense.
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