37°2-mustardy perfume

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yeah, I know,it's her. It's the evil finally that came with the bill.

My face became mean and ferocious, an ugly, bloody look. The knife edge betrayed me with a chinese whisper. But I used to say it's never fade away. I always felt at home in this sort of lies. I tried to explain, I announced, still they don't believe in me.They don't believe I'm lying.

Yesterday I saw her again. this time it's an occasional disclosure of funeral mantra. She deem herself to be decorated for her rabaldry and hypocritic face which all disgusted me. The great irony is that I have no objection whatsoever. Anyhow I was apt to compromise, to her, the "almighty empress". when can I get out of this shield of recreance to a different place? no, never , love is dead.

If there's any sign that I was blessd to be back to you, it's a mere delusion of a contemptible clown.