it covered my head with honey what's more, filled the tub with rock what's more, when I shouted out of frustration it took my shoes and socks..
No one knows it's excruciating. They imagine that I am solid. They say it won't kill me, Yet, I keep thinking about whether they are off-base…
This clench hand gripped round my heart relaxes a bit, and I wheeze brilliance; yet it fixed once more. When have I ever not cherished the aggravation of adoration? Yet, this has moved..