Happy?
Neah idiot!
Thrilled… : Screamed the naughtier lone.
Cz the lover of night-rides is once again thriving
insight. It’s time to butterfly.
There must be a loop in day; I threw a moon to break the frame;
And tied a glassy rope of roads and the darkest color-the favorite one was of
night on right.
Instead of saying a new day. I loved to say it my own
night.
When journey is itself a destination then who cares about
other things that are junk and the world full of idiot jerks. When the road is
a ride, don’t command to control cz now all is illusion except the ride and the
road. So, let the roads be alive and get the limitless.
-Dmpl
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