We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
In line with death nothing feels right, missed chances evolve like radiation touching upon flowers, a fated idiocracy of bad religion, and worse fakeness to spread into shadows hidden under floor boards, a nail pounded many times, never give in, can't give up, and moves the bed of wrong headed drunken thieving phonies.
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Remove love from the romantic context Love is a gift that nobody can give you.
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Was it her fault or what The lame finger is fresh The sound is a loneliness A faight like death We are the flowers of enchantment...
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Being spanked by Grandmasters hands I love how she does it good All the power is real Thats understood As it takes practice To se...
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O dear darling The day breaks Curtains calling numbers In the balloon booth I got fever So let me in To your super digits For...