Well...
I've never been one for breaking hearts but it seems that it played perfectly along to what I thought was a normal life.
It hurts whatever scrunched up toyed so called heart I have thinking about every hurtful moment where I was walked all over, repeatedly but feelings don't matter no more once your hurt it becomes life some silly game like the devil is the other player taking control from the far distance forget feelings after that its all about survival and who to blame for this wicked prank
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evolution of snakes
Короткий рассказhumans have always been categorized you had the hopeless dancers, the people who you thought you could trust and the liars now these are all certain types of snakes or fake people as some like to say ,however they are exactly the same there's nothin...
