FIRST LAST KISS.
this is for the passion and rising tension:
i hate it by the way we're always played out by life itself.
why we somehow subconsciously care about the things we know we're not suppposed to even give jackshit about and of which we're controlled by denial.
i was on the brick of contemplation.but it gave up on me.
another classic case of : Myself is after Me.
damn;
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