The end of the myth! Those who plunge the way into the mud of the wheez, to a hundred years of storms , the flowers are not from a hurricane, you are sick, do not cover the words that you have, say with the language of your heart , no one likes the ball, it can be tricked, it can be flawed, but the point is to cover the point after the words of the people , this is the tongue of the heart of the depressed, not the tongue of the name of the snowflakes, no one takes the ball in the heart, no one is us. In this burning soul , lets take our word for it.
