We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Her hair was mostly green and her limo was all black. She would not let anyone in. She said it was sacred and reserved for an angel. But no angel came, it was gray and shadowy. Thunder and lightning were in the distance. Could it be the end of time. Her watch was broken and spun like mad. "It is too soon to tell!" she wailed.
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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...
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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 ...