So it's like my journey still lies on my own hands looking for a feastive life and love that inspires all by myself. It's an all note custody with me that my happiness is always anticipated in harmony and concerns for my youthful experience though is always in grave danger and capacitated with lucrative efforts of doing my best. I believe he's always there giving me priorities primarily, so now I'm giving him a bountiful thanksgiving and adore sufficely at all costs. Though I didn't encounter him, I can say he's much that handsome and tall, purely admirable like Hector Ferrer showing his massive body the day that I'd been severed with the madness of society. It's consequencial that I make remedies with my passion and status for great men, also in a perky and enthusiastic looks. I can say maybe the winged heart women help me improve myself and be quintessential with myself, the great love and prowess of being indulge in writing activities, have innate skills and talents from a coalsced environment of people who vyes for a good status. I always reminisce the hours that you give me joy and candlelit in the middle of my soul crisis that I should have to give a gift for an emulcified and innovated treasure, from a greater responsibility it's my passion at all things except from a lamentated one. Say if I'd already been messed out I think it's just for a short term life because the real figurative sensation of youth that I'll received maybe one day is much of a coincidental and an allure to all people so there must be a dire need from both of us to be wary against this sueno. Though there's a rigid conformity from the delightful visage of the sage being, who knows better things if must, then it's best for him whom I can give my reliance and the truth of me. Dark forces and the Goats might appear one day maybe it's a war before everything ends into derailment but not frustration and failure, something that I can say only you, the one who always had that passion will defy them. For better things I plead you the happiness and joy that you'd share with me. If there's a fight then maybe there's a detour from the vices of this growing society and it's the concocted white and black but giving an enthusiastic prowls it means a lot to me, I adore you so much and maybe I can cook my delightful Vanah Vanah meal for ye. Thank you so much for being a nice bestfriend though levied me with lucid insults maybe someday I'll still realize that behind your insults is a smile above the heaven seizing me for a great din din with your family. I guess I might get inlove with you especially of your deluxe body. You had everything that give me pleasure to my solely extroverted soul and always filled with motivation for caress of my perky stewards. Oh, dear Michael I hope you'd enjoyed also alot especially from my espionage in this quite squandrous world. I hope there's always a nuptial that only our relationship give scants with our ears but our dear lovers never pardon how they enjoy every songs that I'd give you. Much of it, the breads we ate and the bountiful cries and laughs of our friendship endows a rendevouz to fashion galore. Maybe one day you'll leave me alone so there must always be a wisdom of amor that we had to have a symphony against the holocausts of bitterness and society that strives for lavish throne and ores. One day I'll crunch up with you especially with your gallant body and fierce visage.
Thank you :)
Michelle Branch - Breathe
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