I don’t think you get it but that is what it is.
This is like a mirror for you to see a half cocked proper speaking reflection in…after a car wreak kills you. This is the end of the line like the conductor just auto erotic asphyxiated himself. Yeah He don’t got it anymore. Bruh. I never fucking had it. So I never lost it. The contest….was over when I walked in the door….and I know your embarrassed. Its ok to be mad.
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