The tale of Yann, Chapter 1: Trip Partie 5

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If I am only ill cure me so I can go on. Pop baby please. Just wrote that for fun. The fun I miss when I am surrounded. I am only trapping on this paper for you. It might sound nice but shut up and just read. It might be interesting. I need time to forget the scares on my soul. It hurts that I cared but not anymore. Pain becomes interesting when it is the only way to feel. When you feel you live but in pain. The only real pain for me is to see you smile. I like your happiness, I just hate who you like.

This might be a book or just a hook. Anyway, I hope you are good about me only complaining. Or you prefer wine in your cup? C cups are the best. I mean come on, cum on, then laugh. It is all good when the pressure is released. Pressure is good, like me in the hood saying "nigga" to everyone. I mean nigga why can't you say it? I care about you in the way I should. Hold your breath and think. I am the shit you took last night. The one you left for dead. Maybe head then diner.

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