I hate that kind of wrong affection, I ain't ready to talk at all, It's all lies, misunderstandings I'm all alone in the main hall.
I'm gonna read every novel you read, I'm gonna learn what's egyptian, pretend not to talk too much too, sacrifice all of my agenda.
Adios Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison y Cobain
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Viernes, 7 pm.
Peda bloguera.
(Si no hay narracion es por que tengo muchisima hueva, hambre y ademas,
casi no me acuerdo de ni madres, pffft.)
Tres fans...
2 days ago
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