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Ilove the cold rain, foggy morning with music .... a sweet touch of demonic thoughts slowly awakens my darker self ... so indomitable and invincible prurient irresistible as hot cold .... first glance do I know what you want .... the others naked .... Take off your third ruthlessly silences after penetration of the first sigh .... world of shadows is not always black and white cold dead ....
Eternal darkness of the shadow is moving towards the same street with the same cold hand of the affected streets Rohou leaving a long track with wailing in your body 's presence becomes a ghost does not recognize the smell but feel you do not know where it is but do you perceive it touches the inside but not on his skin cold heat you have in yourself so mysterious so far rare but when it is still there to be around the corner if you want to appear ....Nourished hatred rage greed driven life wounds received from now until eternity damned gave the light to fight until the end of her demon named nezdolala prefer darkness shattered by the angry people of all other bones forever changed rotated views reversed itself just so Mr. forever ! Clearly the duties unique best be strong and respected ! who shall see to understand who gave the damned ! so you do not tell me that I'm weird that you're blind unsuspecting believers ! who is king of thoughts is the master of words ! I did not have drained half of the city ... but I respect ... I do not ... robust gestures will not keep as defect ... but when I do not like the cake baked with a delicate way ... I know which way leads my way ... I know who are my people ... my caste ... I right what is behind me ... no one is afraid of nothing ... for guys like crunchy sweet cake ... high trump card ... I ... my my elite grade …… In my life always existed as a man ... all I had , I just gave him .... friends left the sacrificed ... talk sense to ignore each other .... forgot his studied .... then months as stirred up in the morning pussy dripped sadness dying at home ..... we 're welcome to it? for what I had to get that person ? how sorry I almost stood for happiness ... wounds era ends ... I see a flock of crows they prefer to go urinate …. Sitting at home all the time thinking about the truth often leads to her in the head played on a rope above page from time to time ... but now draped decided to write text with the reality of those tough things moved to shout it from the eyes is not what you live a life of not water to drink from what they think that just a single cock just hung on a rope freak system that serves as opening your eyes unbelieving yesterday filed your hand buddy today, he wheezed with everyone 's eyes phallus changing one does not see one eye still watching .. . returns your words back to the village ... to oppose the system settings to a new scheme in this plan do not forget to prick You know I'm not the only ...