

pinkish pale skinso as is at there, stareing at the next bend, with cold air all around me. and warm air shooting up my sleeve, i couldn't quite make her out she was a tall woman about my hight with a dress suit on and pinkish pale skin.pinkish pale skin
those are some nice legs i thought, as i snapped back too and realized where i was and what i was supposed to be doing.
i focused my eyes back on the road as hard as i couldn't describe to try. thats when i knew she was never there. the legs were in my mind. the dress was in my imagination. so i slowed down a little to asses what really had just happened. &nb


Nothing I havent heard beforethres nothing that hasent been said i have nothing left to say to you just a whole lot of wasted time spent fucking something i can no longer standNothing I havent heard before
a whole lot of fucking time what can i say except what ive said theres no more explanation except the ones where i wish to be dead
is it such a big suprise? do you have anything more to say to me? none the less id rather be dead. your bitching is more or less clear
spit it out one more time you fucking hate me and i wouldent have it any other way get it over with i have better things to d
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