lietots lietotājs lieto lieliski - April 8th, 2008
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Something makes me hate everything. That I like about life (?) - never try to explain anything, rather things or incidents. Everything ever end badly. Don't you wish to go back when you hadn't lost anything? Is anything in the future apart from more shits to happen? Words change nothing. Incidents are unpredictable. Don't say to me: "Vous irez loin, mon fils!" Fillings to pack my backpack and go... if I one more time fuck all up. | ||||||||
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lietots lietotājs lieto lieliski - April 8th, 2008
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