And you you know the map of my soul, you know that there is a world behind my eyes. You open my door asking if everything goes right or something goes here mal.Y is when your eyes leave me unarmed breaking into a thousand pieces myself more sensibly. My theory is dropped into a pile of words alone are back to ten centimeters casa.A you, ten years of morning light, the exact sciences that matter if you and I are well.
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