No future you sayed, no past for my lossing memory too.
Try to stop in the middle, run after houres of comfotable heat.
And you know that...
If peace is a virtual area, theyre aim is there: forget all that, keep quiet...
| So hard to tell you about me, loving pixels up to hell...May be less or more... Alone in the soft light of the screen, but in the middle of the crowdy nowhere of the net, unable to gather all the impressive rain of sensations. |
Thanks very much for the watch, mister!AND! Welcome to deviantART!
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she asks for a love interest
and you give her a 500 year old retarded vampire.
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