no chance to be cured and in pain, I smile
I am captured and I have already roots. forever in loved....ten lives, whereever I go. that's me, no chance of curing


The first time ever I saw your face, intr-o spelunca de corporatisti, imi pareai totusi, minunat de frumos, cu mustatile tale rasucite

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