Bakit nga ba, sinta,
Ako'y laging inaape...
Sonhos.. cada dia maes confusos.
sera ke eles levariam a algum lugar...
He sat alone in his dark room
And dressed himself pink-- ready to roam...
A strange piece, this piece,
Cold indeed, the winter\'s feeling...
Dandelions
 ...
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beautiful killer...
A response to trepidation
an extended invitation...
Formed into their lines,
Led by lords and dandies...
I walk with my parents on a cold stormy night,
The hale is so thick that it becomes such a...
I hate you for life.
You are a control freak...
I heard about entities but I dont know whats...
Coz ghosts wouldnt enter my area...
If I was a scripper
How would I be...