manuscriptx
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Story line employers say, '**** you'. A sight of it I've been dreaming for awhile now. Does it every get any easier? The question is never to wonder why, but of only a limited time. No it doesn't get any easier I just said that. Withering bloodlines make for a happy trail. Look over there beyond a dark sun and a white moon; he holds a bloody skull wrapped up in a rusted chain, standing atop Mount Everest, the sand and a white knuckled whine bottle over his broken foot.
He's happy and wondering that his other foot is cold upon a darkened snow drift. Take a swill and say ' I love you' to me. Midnight is upon us don't darken us with the lively conversation has with himself. The girl always interrupted it with her pregnancy fears. God save the children of today, for the ' morrow they will much sooner rather die a horrible tale.
He's happy and wondering that his other foot is cold upon a darkened snow drift. Take a swill and say ' I love you' to me. Midnight is upon us don't darken us with the lively conversation has with himself. The girl always interrupted it with her pregnancy fears. God save the children of today, for the ' morrow they will much sooner rather die a horrible tale.