The roses have died and the vilots are wilted, the demon run wild in my head. They scream and they yell at the top of their lungs. "NOT ENOUGH!" I try to not listen but they are to loud.
The roses have died and the vilots are wilted, the demon run wild in my head. They scream and they yell at the top of their lungs. "NOT ENOUGH!" I try to not listen but they are to loud.
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