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here in the Mainz Fastnacht stronghold quilted currently hotly the bear ...
here in town, Moving Party Bummsfallera ...
Without me, man without a heart, without Mr Tiny.
The great charm children were made up by me and have gone off. To move, I will listen to well here, the party continued to 3 roads open end has.
I'm dull in the head, a thousand thoughts going through my head Sally, violent shaking seizures wine me more times a day.
My body hurts, my muscles are tense, my head is full of sorrow cotton.
I sew in the Naps of my baby, the only relaxation, but not really. Carousel pure thoughts.
by household and laundry I torture myself by that love takes over the main meals. . I am always bad, was not hungry (this is not too bad, I am bold enough: o (...)
I have constantly cold feet ....
Got it, thanks to Mr Tiny still silent, he is my savior because at 03:03:11 I had to smoke the first time in years the need for a cigarette and a bottle to drink liquor :°°°(
I am a hedgehog, and only come out again when this FUCK-cardiac pain is gone: o (
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