If its true that one grow up when fall inlove... then a im fucking old.
I see no more than broken jaws of criying debts in life...
rooms full of nothing but hatreed sadness
and bad luck.
Someone, kill that, or, at least try to kill it!.
Give me a reason to run one more time,
give me wings to dream about,
but above all else, give me what i deserve for god´s sake.
And by the way...
please, close the door once you clean up the blood.
they don´t like it messy.
Remember last time we mess up?
He...
That killed us for a month....
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