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KYO ITACHI - PIANO AFRODITE

Eudemonism, paints yes brushes.
The eye throws what is released on the plane,
What is not false, that what ...
I remove the line behind the line,
without putting a point.

The diagnosis of empathy that decomposes me on the party.
The world with pirates with open mouths rolling on inclined,
he is a clone of what we could only imagine
Getting up and closing the expectation curtain
Mixed with dreams in front of melts.
And you have a new day every day, new,
But every new day is more deeply in history.
do not hurry to identify the disease
Without learning simply. myself at home
Knife the dream of the whole life who smears inside out,
Without knowledge, yes dir through.
Think about another nail in the rib,
Think you will bore new opportunities.
And I'm in the tea lie on more sugar,
So that the hot life was at least chu-slightly sweet.
your madness of the sprying somewhere deep into yourself
Then I will once say that I kept in vain.
We have long lived in our habits,
Privacy, enjoyment, take, cross out.
My drafts have long been written by black handles,
I did not choose for a long time. I never knew that it was better:
express or deep depression
which melts as snow on the ress
But such a heavy as expectations in the hospital.
I wonder every night why I won't sleep.
I think every night that the world is better without people,
I am every night full of ideas that through the edges,
Not good to record, I stumble on the most important thing
No one told anyone ...