crime

I want to play with your mind, you can understand after this time. I report the prime story about crime history. People live like dolls, instead of brain there is a ball. It is going to finish like a fall, and you come to end of the hall. You don't have choice, some words repeat, like a noise. You are weak, so it was, like a sick. The life isn't on your hand, just you keep in this band, and don't know ring is warning, or it is connection for finding. I have a lot of questions, it makes the thing conjection. I show people all the facts, maybe one day I'll, change their mind, like a hack نمره بده.

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