DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, insult salted the injury--- that was a bad day<
maybe wounds are sold do you mean that insult can't salt injuries to a pathetic fault? warn the poor never the guilt as it wish the idiotic I put the limit stepped the humiliation right out silenced like a charity drought now lacked it is yet still manageable killed in the **** core when tangible warn foolish fingers an incoming the tremble syndrome now secrets are whispered blind devils shrink in hinders a car ride rains a billion on a thinker watch me tested as God demands lost in translation for what a paper does and I simply don't understand take the gesture I can't for a billion pays you see made me squirm more like a forsaken sun in 2018
Are you crying from lying I'm desperately trying to understand your brain. There is a part I'm never buying and I know I'm not insane. You say you want to prove this wrong but you know it's not the same! I want to carry the message along as life is not a game.