Is Andy Sixx's Piercing Fake

And I'm so tired ...

Sometimes I catch a glimpse of me, another state, paddling like crazy, thinking that I will get there, dreaming so deep there. And I am left with no air, no blood, I fail.

I will, always, I try, I try, and when I look knockout, I get that air in love with life, who laughs at me and my poor little soul, she whispers tenderly, I love your scent, your voice, and something in my light, reborn, is swollen my lungs, my heart drums, and re-emerge, stronger, crazier, maybe.

There I go, I never know if the climate if people if (as my son) is an angel who takes pity on me and will love me, kiss me in dreams, and wake up one morning safe that this world is mine. Going

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