time to grow
Ah .. Time apples of apricots in bloom, here we are nth eve of a new year celebrated the affinity for my sweetheart, who sealed in my heart. I take an occasion to reproach myself for ennessima , hopefully in the very last time worse.
Speaking of abuse and mistreatment, we will see you eating a rough rock. While the hate of hate, dictated by the acidity of our leaders back Formenti and its heads of mutual congratulations, not yet clear to me, but why I lost so much time.?
You can make this place a laboratory of ideas, release the brake your creattitudine (ihihi) sommorzare idolatry, with feelings of guilt that empty into a present full of miracles, in which obstacles and perversity lawful vanish targeted hybrid of a nightmare that never ceases, and still continues to act for the vulgar simpleton that you are nothing.
There is only hope for the best that lighterage in my heart, and I hope that all my love and faith in change it without shame.
I love her lips white and sunny with me your wonderful smiles, and the glory, not even the most atrocious libel was on the street, who are not sure, but something tells me, that will have no happy ending.
Maybe not for me. I still remember, and what I wanted to welcome in your white splendor.
but nobody wants to fuck you, why fuck?
I take an occasion to talk about how sad and vacqua Lecciso the image of the bitch, which ironically has "duty". Happy new
cosmoanno, from your Parasatan.
What a bright future free of hatred we face delivery.
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