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Like fires of hell burned to the top, where we stand.

No bush stands to be seen.

And the fire can be felt all the way to a man's throat.

As if he had done something wrong, that others didn't do.

Is it because he is smarter than the rest?

Why is there a need for such a thing in life?

Why couldn't we wait when there was time?

Maybe you are derseving of the treatment.

The son is like the winter sun, but you look like fire is coming out you,

As you walk in the sun thinking that life hate you.

No touching without money, on those crazy beautiful.

Just a fun life all by yourself.

Crazy is a man brain fried by sweetness.

Only smell of pretty flowers, just making a man crazy.

Like he never touches one like that.

She fell out of love with him a thousand years before she let him know.

What a moody person you are.

Like today is end of the world.

Or something has killed your sense of humour.

You are no fun.

Like a crazy man over a girl.

The world plays one game all together.

A drought of love is the end of a soul.

No cares are the wishes.