You have it. To conceal everything.
But don't forget I have it too. Mine is of superb quality which you can barely reveal.
Who knows? You might fit in bullets, pull the trigger and fire at me anytime. But I've got a canon here babe.
Retarded fellow.
Soul and heart belong to myself. Never control me. By the way you can never do so.
Sweat drips, trying hard to drag myself into late night dreams.
Wrap my arms around the colourful bolster, attain some warmth and sleep comfortably. With a sweet dream. Perhaps.
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