The red devil is out on a bright day.
When it is too heavy,I am too lazy.to call to move to eat to drink to sleep.I'm hanging on.I just want to stop.but then I'll never get those papers again.I hate when they worn the thing on their face.they smile like there's nothing.they have made money as their god.
To dearest love,
I hope you are not mad.I am so tired.help me find a way out.
I need to erase those negativity.
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