Annoyance is sometimes without care, I can’t imagine you’d understand such a vibrant faculty. The needle in the stack of cards, one atop of the other blended in. An ocean fell onto as the blue and vibrant waves crashed down. The blocks in your mind, they hadn’t been so awful in the imaginative plotline. You watched yourself from above, the wall was a sincere canvas for your masterpieces. You felt yourself cry for me, the woodchipper catastrophe. Windmills were castrated, never allowing the circumference to find its full potential. How do you promote this facility, in which you blame the endless triumphs in the most time you’ve ever spent before now. They piled in on top, suffocating you from any sort of room to breath.
Creator And Contributor- Chris Ballenger
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