happens I get the urge to write-you. And I stuck ideas that come from my neck.
Look, I've never been very good talking about sensitive issues, I agree that I am very bad faced several issues (such as truth).
My "I thought," I thought, "I expected." My many ways to live my life.
All things that I think summarizes my frustration.
Frustration has to do with your hair without my hands, and all the things I did not (I did).
With the things that seem to understand, then I realized that I have no idea.
Today I'm Isa. But long ago I repeat this like a litany.
Isa I do not know what I am, and I do not know much of anything.
The model of my future broke down on the road. I have not got "ega paste, and silicone destroys the anime.
I'm Isa, but I do not remember why I came to do here.
guess I took the wrong path, that there is no other way to explain how to squeeze me smile and youth in a green rectangle of two to one.
I should not be here. I should not breathe role and tomato when he could breathe air again.
's hard to breathe inside a sealed box.
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