Crowded

I'm glad he wasn't alone that day.

Prisoners in the crowd.

There's a song. The last song I like to listen to a song. Go out or be sad. I love grief.

This evening's mix

Separate the beautiful melody of the corners.

I wanted him to scream. And once again I stopped. Because I have to. Even if the degree of discomfort is equal to millions of people

Slice quiet, three monkeys refuse to play.

I shut up. Maybe a lifetime. I'm late

A song is better until the end of my tongue. And a song, a song ...