Let’s go together. Gotta…
In the end, it’s you gotta seek a land to dig your own grave.
Hell-no, would I let my body taken away by the construct.
Into the morgue. Preserve your body into the cold while you float.
Dig into your face and organs. In the metal cage, you will not fly but fall.
The sinking pools of the abyss. Down there; they must destroy, the world.
Let’s go together. Gotta…
Serious, though. In the order of flower.
We need to find our beautiful land and ground.
That’s the journey, of death.
I am a highly ill-stricken-debilitated child and all alone, but a true-warrior in your true-unity.
My focal turmoil is ‘sinus-asphyxiation’, plus astonishing and everything more.
I got a grand a month if we deconstruct and proceed for somewhere. Your pup passed? Mines here hanging by the thread… Gotta find the land for little “Lloyd,” too.
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what about your dog?
he’s dead….
What happened to your dog?
he was old. I felt too sick over dosing last night. after popping l pills so long your body rejects them:(
I am done too
Goodbye, friend.
Lovemyshihtzu, I hope that you find peace, I’m sorry things came to this, you are a good person and I wish it could have been different.
Goodbye.
hold it
Let’s go together. Gotta…
In the end, it’s you gotta seek a land to dig your own grave.
Hell-no, would I let my body taken away by the construct.
Into the morgue. Preserve your body into the cold while you float.
Dig into your face and organs. In the metal cage, you will not fly but fall.
The sinking pools of the abyss. Down there; they must destroy, the world.
Let’s go together. Gotta…
Serious, though. In the order of flower.
We need to find our beautiful land and ground.
That’s the journey, of death.
I am a highly ill-stricken-debilitated child and all alone, but a true-warrior in your true-unity.
My focal turmoil is ‘sinus-asphyxiation’, plus astonishing and everything more.
I got a grand a month if we deconstruct and proceed for somewhere. Your pup passed? Mines here hanging by the thread… Gotta find the land for little “Lloyd,” too.
Let’s go… Our boat, in death we shall hope for life. Please don’t leave me all-alone anymore. I need to go die.
Someone holler back for the boat-pack..
I hope you come back.