Break

If you're going to leave me in the end

don't bother staring a conversation with me.

A few more disconnects from the wires in Mydeer's system. Mydeer will be disconnected. It's only a matter of time.

I took your hand and you broke mine, the bone would stick out from the intent till it grew into a branch and kept growing and growing and growing, till there was nothing left, until the branch finally broke off and the tree fell dead.

It's a shame when pancakes are cakes made in pans, but angel food cakes were never made by angels.

Ula is waiting>>>>>>>>>>>