all my life has been a series of jalibees in my face without giving me a single place to rest well i was forcefully kicked out ma mamas nest makes sense i guess life has been hard yes indeed but wat is a real good deed to make peoples mouth sweet im no butcher who cuts meet but im a matchstick who cooks food which people lick i guess thats it to my life now i stand here holding a knife questioning myself what is life? *^_^*
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