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i watch obsenity, lascivious acts, looking for normality, the spoted back, the traps are everiwhere, and *** is inspiring, i aspire to normality, an afective life healing mi heart, and accept the ********** of relations, and feel normal, all live'd theyr lives, mine was stolen, for some creep old ******* just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain as a normal man, or trie to feel as one, is the gold of watching *** on the phone net, the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore and the highnes of loving someone, up there, and every once a year or so, there is this look in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding, silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession. even so, the spots in my back, are clean, my sanity too, so sometimes watching **** is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain, of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears, talking to me, and never letting go. as whympy woman, or a souless creep, but never get to me, **** in the window, remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are. and me, i m feeling more normal every day, my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean, my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am, very normal and ***** indeed.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
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i watch obsenity, lascivious acts, looking for normality, the spoted back, the traps are everiwhere, and *** is inspiring, i aspire to normality, an afective life healing mi heart, and accept the ********** of relations, and feel normal, all live'd theyr lives, mine was stolen, for some creep old ******* just the need, of feeling normal, accept the pain as a normal man, or trie to feel as one, is the gold of watching *** on the phone net, the search of normality, despice the eyes y adore and the highnes of loving someone, up there, and every once a year or so, there is this look in front of me, loving me in secret, understanding, silent and sweet, all the rest if stupidity, and wounds of a child arrased for the creeps, and their need of posses someone, they don't understand, or love, is just obsession. even so, the spots in my back, are clean, my sanity too, so sometimes watching **** is just looking for normality, and wash away the pain, of carry the creep in my ears. still inside my ears, talking to me, and never letting go. as whympy woman, or a souless creep, but never get to me, **** in the window, remainds me, how creepy and stupid they are. and me, i m feeling more normal every day, my heart is operative, and ready to live, dispise the creep. i am a free man, alive and clean, my soul is good, my heart is pumping, and i am, very normal and ***** indeed.
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Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
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