FW211

FW211

I have one that prevents me seeing like being real with conduct ever loyal but as a sad clown’m fake smile, the joy of the interior does not conform to the outside feel a float that makes me leave the normal place would be traveling and staying at a point where the very sight dista feel a stride abysmal unnatural phenomenon but as a savage animal feels the ferocity and speed, starts strangles and kills as a force the innate predestinate to failure at the time and in advance and on a trip without trace is image of rebellious, hateful and sinful indeed behold an oath in heaven temperature height, comes the joyful and serene fresh marigold that says stop, blooms and grows, this violent momentum is just a bad time to be all the ferocity and culminating enhanced suddenly let nothing or almost nothing bothers and purest momentum tells you is the noise from the air and put you to think I will win it all without fear, without ever learn not to live with the trap that this hatred does not possess you are, in your human I see that good deeds will become the star on earth to drop the mop ask that touch the piano because we will have a plan starting to come you will never stop you from performing flat and flies and flies the thundercloud is multi-factorial condition that makes us into rain lacerating the face tender and moist earth serene reading seems to have a conjecture without an architectural engineering at its power, alludes to the fantastic, the unattainable realistic, because we believe that all powers, above all had a glass surrounding dark tones but absolutely smoked transparent values are like flowers have to water them constantly and what is seed grows in the mind is different from the same as we all have instincts and ferocity the very soul of man beyond due potion Magic is the dizzying tunnel where you see the input light and whose end is the derailing of a bottomless pit all we have pure seized and executed.

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