FW214

FW214

Headquarters A tear, an intuition or destruction, that thought is beautiful a swig from his canteen from the refrigerator and bring to the headquarters and all is satiated and magnificent existence. Unwilling to end, ending so she comes I hear the words well seen this terrifying as the winner once again do not want to go and why I exist and I am short Sun What was happening felt sad for dawn a suit that came with nightfall lived, he revived and reborn am the mighty sun.

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