The room where I keep my desire is still closed, I find the key.
crossed by a block of ice navel language to maintain the proper temperature.
Without feeling.
melt-I do not want more.
Aftermath
I fall, I hit my mouth ground and the air is leaking under the door. I am for two days, maybe three.
paste should kicked that door, take what belongs to me but I'm missing a part of me. I miss it, you know. Miss me as much as you.
Subject
my forehead vomiting awakening
reluctantly sucks
I
invention Disenchanted
's disgust do not know is my
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