Fuck.
I'm gonna do it.
I can't take it anymore.
The old man has
Degraded me
For the last
Goddamn time.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Kill me.
Please.
m.r
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Poesía1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
