The time I learned this way dark comes.
Before not knowing with will that runs.
Never was I told about banshees holding to dragons.
Just to get ready for every try the turns misshapen.
Now walking through gas of stale air.
Not being able to angrily give you a share.
I love comparing life to childhood days.
Like games girls and the friend who stays.
But my trick isn't pushing down line.
I cant relate to this wrong way sign.
It goes like this a simple Zelda game.
Picking up weapons hold my life tame.
So comes a single adventurous quest.
No matter what to uproot this test.
But nobody told me the monster in this level.
Only to stare petrified and opposed to revel.
What magazine guide was this demon in.
My woman screwing my own brother kin.
- Author: Jake (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 6th, 2023 23:46
- Category: Humor
- Views: 7
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