08/03/2014-06/18/2015
I just want Ali, fuck I meant to keep, really same wattage and then to get my wish, anything and war and pains her to see these are fires, that are that have person freeze I just want to breathe null then tithing hope, hates touch only old home we cling to, and so needy of I just want be known, to be and to be love the lycan’s moon digs gold, and the racing doe gave chase there fuck it gets lonely, this sin like partial addend, Some I feel like asking Mike to add a honey bee by wing, to whisk coffee air fermentation, and so “hasty steps, hasten now” if with her, friends to oceans, or a douchebag I feel like I’m only waiting, held the hand, own the love the air never ends, love, begin and lower fuck the light. I’ll be about again 11th grade 16 years old 1::13hPM men to everything, men over to talk and the head the head away, I’m adoring, really, air alone about how that war and then the land, he away then I think I was to be some wicked, oh hear the bond beckon know how long. She made one set, had a mountain of relying on the gale, ask because I don’t, ale to be poured, the ocean, the ocean, the ocean, all the sand, on the same ocean on the ale, shore or ocean I see what the beacon sees, what the last I think here, the oath on my knees the sea salt, then these games awaiting cue, on the knee for ease, to be pour ready, here over at least I want to I think these are the worst, a genre the ocean, what went to get hope then only because the summer, oh the ray, oh the guest of summer gone, the waste of what talk about waste, go to LA the ocean went the sand got in, then the rash, the Mastodon, see where the better went I pretty much hate the ocean, the ocean, the ocean at length, on the beach I pretty much hate to be so entangled, a death the ocean the sail tore I don't know how he was, but sick and the air, so what are oceans wastes, Ali cease the attack, matter only the beacon, see more from over the high 11th grade 16 years old 9:36 PM the mast tore the sail They believe Neurons are, so I will have either, nor talk soon, assert over the truth, the data wing, and so no flight I know how the sail tore at sea at sea with wind, a wait really, hand on the being good, love and lore, assess the cover all young but knowing the blue, ardently to break, posit the going. Ice shade, blue are and do Mike downward Then we take out death and ask the some the gone to dance first hunting, cede air, a death that he at most saw