Taking on seven years, the holy ghost had left alone. Test my arms, kick like crazy, Ive been trying way too long only to push the way off to fight you. Now Im sorry, Im sorry, Im not sure, getting off my chest, the story ends. I would find a way without you, tell him his eyes see too clear, that mistake was gold, I know that without you is something that I could never do. That was why staple the eyes and seven dates for me to sell machines and tear on. Im to blame, dont treat me like I ever accused you.
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 07:12:54 +0000
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