It's too late though, it's too late! I will tolerate this mistake, this ambiguity in my need to spell like a champ. I will use this tolerant rage to make me stronger, to make me more be!
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That's a great line.
I like the darkness surrounded by the light coming from the window in this picture.
Click on it, and you will see a video.
Sorry, spelling error, alert, spelling error.
Behoves as I am informed is spelled behooves.
It's too late though, it's too late! I will tolerate this mistake, this ambiguity in my need to spell like a champ. I will use this tolerant rage to make me stronger, to make me more be!
Why are artists always stabbing out their own eyes and cutting their ears off?
'Cause they're useless. Feeling is the only thing.
Hmmm, how should I mutilate myself today...
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