thousands of times I killed you with a sword in my exeptional, eccentric dreams now I'm an insomniac whose instinct you have no influence on you used to be a rigorist you still are but today you more look like a cynical hooker from a loony bin congradulations! you've made progressBirth sign: Libra
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