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Epicardium
Sorry, I appeared on our zoom conference wearing a bleeding tie, that’s all I had in the closet, the skeleton wears it all, out.
Could you give me a second chance on this second-hand auction?
For life, has ended too soon.
Right before I was capable of loving you.
Math Calculators:
Scientific | Fraction | Percentage | Triangle | Volume | Standard Deviation | Random Number | Generator
Suicidal algorithms to impress you.
A new baby born has to stand on their feet.
Female or male or something in between?
Stand on your feet.
First, then work.
Work, then die.
WTF is art?
WTF is love?
WTF is you, to me?
The right language to approach you, as tossing some broken shells into my right pocket, where it scratches the fibers of my heart, or ass to move on. Quickly.
On the shortness of life, I laid my entire but clinically discarded from lower body, head.
Go ahead, the calculator is here.
I was hoping you could remove me from your sophisticated formulas.
Faster than I formerly erased your face, it took pain and a morning burnt…
