We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
The blood of thousands of years trembling on triggers be stained glass saints on windows. Vida where her ashes swirled about as the acid rain slipped through the pipes to smoke a drown the city down for stakes stakes pricing them out for why was not and winds about cry lonely shreiks.
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so be a little sunshine At least every so often To hug And to laugh As you must be special Anyone Seriously This flaw will be ...
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Are adults so sure that they are being adults anyway? Please define the adult world as not sex and violence or taboos or cussing or making...