Sometimes in a daze, as if in a dream, a face, a loving figure, looming across the street, seeming to just reach out, the familiar skinny fingers the other touches my hand. But then I panicked to cry because in my hand, only my own cold hand and the other street corner is just a lonely turn. Sportbike everything will kill you so choose something fun poster. Sometimes sitting alone, empty heart, head empty. I couldn’t think of anything. It seemed the earth was clean, nothing left or I sat there but my soul was no longer in me. One body, one dead and.
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