Mr Greenberg type of beat.


So you’re saying things they get upset about, going Leon.

Hells fury over it to the extent of insulting, and feelings over what is, to only turn out to be the sunrise which their life depends on. The proverbial days of this, as the sun rises.

Sometime after breakfast the penny drops and there you are, having spilled venom and blood on, yet still, in a position of needing to praise your no.

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Run forest run.