Even if all these unfulfilled deficiencies are missing or not foreseen.



Maybe I can't or can't. I've already passed, and I don't know how to solve it. After you lose five senses, you'il see this feeling. I have no problem with that, or I'm in trouble.



Perhaps the unconsciousness of the place in the arrangement made me very black and unjust. Because it continued without being challenged. But the result is what or how it should be.



I'm not disappointed in my hand, so I'm not used to it. The loneliness and silence of the antidote is the vicious circle I have to live.



This is a singular process, but the possibility of being singular.



An unqualified identity that never meets the concept of pluralism.



All these gains are in my hands and in endless losses. Kala left without losing my identity. Now, as I wish, I can knead with different chants.



His struggle was neither violence nor expectation. I still have no expectation, but the value of the flashing light is worth it; I want her so badly, and I can't get away. On the other hand, I don't have an album like running away. This leads to an illegal life and escapes. At least all the filling amount.