i want to wright about something..
but...
i don;t know about what...
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i'm thinking about my bed 2 mutch...
i say this word 2 mutch times...
oy... fuck... it's not fear.
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release. i'm out of control.
when we do it.. your eyes makes so blue... and my eyes? oy... shit they are green....
fuck...it's so cool...i like it... no.....realy.. i like it...
sometimes i feel like... you know... like some wild cat is IN me and it want to go out...
it's verry strange feeling.. but.. i like it...
strange...
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дорогие господа. У аФфтаРа закончились мысли. он ушёл спать на полу..