The darkness. The stress and messes blessings in disguise life tries to get a rise from these devil eyes lies she cries everyone tries to try. from the evil eye. we all try not to die woman try to lie and say they would love a nice guy. when being nice is a weakness to be prayed on by the lioness she says caress my chest to the rest of the guys with the evil eyes nice guys are worthless trash to the demon queens in their anti nice guy fortress .they have been a whore for less the demoness lies.
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Author:
Joel pfeiffer (Pseudonym) (
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