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The Depth Of Their Love You will Remember In Some Of Those Empty Nights. But, The Depth Of The Wounds
Peter loves me but he is deaf mute; He has no coin but he is rich in love. Although he can’t hear, he plays a flute, He plays it to prove me his brotherly love, A love that is tasty like a grapefruit,
The "R" word If I could change one thing in this world, It would be how people use "retard"