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I want to drown this day, how the homeless kittens that they wanted, but I don’t want to drown this day, I want to give my body to the water and the doctor who will save, tell me not to touch, but just wait, a note for the younger closer ball, Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya, Olya I see I got out, do not hide my hands, I will help, already upstairs, we will meet this day, in cold water they will look for me, dive in reeds on a saint, my parents will cry later, they will lead the dogs, but it’s easier with the cat, you don’t need to get up early, it is not necessary to get up, early. The word is a weapon, the smell of perfumes multi -colored lace, I don’t need it already, like an expensive Faberge egg, I will lie on the second floor, the cold cornice will tell you about my sadness, and the time that we will not give out as a military commissar at the military registration and enlistment office together On a huge bed, I listened to a pussy about your love, that is, about what is not and in response I just nodded my head, like I have the same way, such as I also know that the strength in a ringing coin and justice is not, I believe that everyone on this planet everyone The huckster and he is a client, I'm afraid that my swollen body, in the morgue will rape the cop, regret that I licked the prostitute and said in the area that there was no

okay dick with him, everything went into pussy, how much can I already, I am completely before the pussy

I hate people, but they are definitely not to blame for this, the soldiers will shoot at the children, because they are soldiers, fathers will fall into the graves, against the backdrop of bloody sunsets, children will shoot at their mother censorship will close it with a square, success is not leather and fur, This is inside and wants to outside when I don’t find at all, I will wear weapons, because people like you will want to take it away from me when I see you on the threshold, believe me, I will shoot

Unlimited Lord today will give me a little traffic, in Chechnya under the gates of paradise, without weekends in the working schedule mode, I lie on my sofa, nervously smoke the cigarette butts for me, you have been left as Winston Blue Forgotten in an autumn jacket, in general, everything is as always, everything is as always, everything is like it, everything is like it. Always, someone will release someone, life is just a bunch of huyni that just happens, which just happens, which just happens