I've lost count of the last myth destroyed, no nipples sweet blonde women or stroking my chest, killing the early descriptions of his genius and figure, that kiss and moan is all I need, the Just as someone expected to meet the same, therefore I am.
From when you lose your enthusiasm for the game developed, since when I search for prostitutes to meet killer of illusion, of those who take it for forgetting the real dream of another life, looks pure silk sheets.
sex is not what I'm talking about, and it is at the same time, it is certain that any speculation around you has several hidden truths, as is the beginning and end of a meeting.
The idea of \u200b\u200bseeing you again is lost somewhere in my brain, empty and foolish as a wrecked ship carrying food to the Somali coast. My desire to find you are drifting drowned in any ocean. May all along have been looking in the wrong place, that the routes to that treasure have served only to feel the pinch, famines and storms and so convinced that you were a sad invention.
Since then I do not care too much, just being a faithful follower in my brief actions, without any liability to incriminate my laziness; matter a few days it made no pats on the shoulder, or reprimands; mind that day when everything goes and after a few seconds, absolutely nothing, something like do not get to an appointment and not disappoint anyone ...
her again not knowing anything about it, and if you ask me how I feel I will tell you well, I mean almost dead.
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