sure you ask yourself that end I'm talking about. As the end of a road full of tripping through which you can not walk alone. A Journey of mine without realizing you can walk on and do everything to change without notice, and certainly no merit. A trail of problems one after another, whose causes do not even have you looking and enlightened because four have to carry them.
The end of a fucking shit way that does nothing to touch the balls.
may sound harsh or profane language and I apologize for it, but it's like I really feel like telling.
I hope to have someday, all this shit is history.
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