I hate when anyone kills themselves instead of being healed somehow, but I especially hate when cuties with cute bodies that I want to kiss are the ones to do it. I cry about all the husbands and wives I could have potentially had, I could have been their match, their one, and they could have been minez, but now we'll never know, because they wouldn't give me a chance by holding on long enough for us to meet and fall in love.
I hate when anyone kills themselves instead of being healed somehow, but I especially hate when cuties with cute bodies that I want to kiss are the ones to do it. I cry about all the husbands and wives I could have potentially had, I could have been their match, their one, and they could have been minez, but now we'll never know, because they wouldn't give me a chance by holding on long enough for us to meet and fall in love
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@Hive fantasy/fiction go peepee on head
Yesterday I practiced Mozart. Mozart was a flute hater. But at that time, Theobald Bohem was not born to invent the nowadays flutes. All that existed were wood flutes with one or two keys, quite out of tune. Mozart actually was the first child prodigy, did you know? The most part of his fame came from childhood. After become adult he was sistematically forgotten. Mozart asked for Marie Antoinette's hand (the one who was beheaded) when he was seven years old. He was at the palace to perform
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