"The year I was sixteen, my life is a concept that has just been opened. I vaguely times curious to find out what it means, sorry that as trying to find again the butt wiggle. Life is a blank, white is a color of sadness, soundless, invisible. Only I'm terrible run with bare feet tired. In each is a field like that.I'm sixteen years, the best talent is exaggerating the sadness, the worst job was to endure them.Sixteen years I, I was only sixteen years old. "
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