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implode

Pop
internal

explode in my veins, my organs ...

And my eyes that jump off, and from there

MIRO,

sore-sick.

I can see.

Party. You party .

There is no consistency in your words, no desire, no desire, only those WORDS say.

No matter who or how or why.

and I think I can inject, try to elevate

but ended cayéndome (I'm not as strong as I thought)




Term ***************** accept, that you are who aspires my desire, who will suck a little, he takes them to die elsewhere.


I have seen you do not want to.

I disappear, and it hurts and tears. You

burial.

you cry.

Then and just maybe ... die. ************



RENEW TODAY
in

ALWAYS kill you.

(on me) ***********************

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