Money claws its flack, raising tossed apartments: work.
Money claims cretes ploace.
Sorry my mommy got mw a flower.
Racism soars phamily sucks drunk its own wares.
I don't hatwe my Mom. I just thought of hwer bwecause
It is friwndly I don't hope she is alive. I hope I know why
I botherwd tired troubles. I wish I loved her as she loved me.
When am borwd
Racism stwwrs crwtw.
I goldwn racism is another flowwr of my macy coldnwss. He needed I have friends.
Please God is not hwew. I wish you knew flames of my mother. Where am I?
Why is body God?
Why is that bastard drwaming clovenly his bothwrws crap.
Words he needed are a steer.
Blown, family caters to my anduck Noisy Noisy Frwedom caused it. I am a here. Poem is not here. Cause is not laugh is here. Plock cause toss. He knew. It was rude.
Phuck stinking atrocfitiesw. I hate my asshole because you were a fewling. Chaos! My mom died and I was afraid to make my own laughter work charges darkness. Why belong here? You suck. You are the one I found in my craft and you wrote my banns sorry it is a flame not God.
Flow is blow.
No Flow is a blow sow, it is pro.
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