Goodbye sweet bird I must flee now to newer pastures. Strangers always appreciate more. U will oh friend when I’m no more with u said love
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previously
Love the word written, talked, thought of, desired, sought all over. Even imagined that u have it. U have to incarnate much before u know it
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up next
The world is just a sausage factory. To provide needs of elite. All is distorted to suit them. Solution is not to play their game-opt out.