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I visit I come in the form of friend. I'm sure tomorrow will blacken. In the past that I used to swim procrastinate on all you can... This is the hard part bar the confusion. I genocide the parasites. This is the hurt that acquaintance brings. Not forgotten yet not preserved. Hell is the hello prone to a goodbye. This is not forgotten I bleed for feud again I'm torn for nothing I need a cure for shit another proto-type of things we should've seen. The temptings of the opposite. From Letras Mania