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Time approaches unfaithfully, I am sick, ******** ill.
I can't stop my thoughts, fly like a wild bird.
I can't contain myself, the world dies and I just think about ******.
But I don't understand, they are willing to do everything they can.
Pitch uploaded, photos.
I’m closer, but they don't really play.
Then I can imagine everything.
Do I need help? I'm really obsessed.
Can't stop my excess, they call me with their bodies.
And her body is so widely hypnotic.
