The separation of the intersection between us becomes a wall Current if it is caught with self -harm. Taropodsmorr You are cheaper These my hands are you winning them and I am captured
My crying if you are meant to be your feverish soul This tears are my eyes and my pride. We lost Finishing our love to the boundary of our love
Separation from the limit to the intersection between us The anger if it is compromised by the compromise of self -harm We have made life together Our love to the boundary of our love End of our love to the boundary of our love. Our love is Our love to end our love border.
