i might be small i can't tell one sensitive ******* with nerves shot to hell stature means a **** thing when you're up to bat and can't swing or even worse choke and don't
on the outskirts the very beginning a torrent rains like knives from the sky and every man is a monsoon and every woman a hurricane God, the lord help me
such a wretched feeling as this, I should wish for others not to feel, but it's of no use wishes fall to mutes dead tongues and deaf ears, but hear this, I wish you were here