Heat. Heat. I don’t want things to be beautiful. I forgot things could be beautiful. I forgot it was an option. I had given up hope. I want things to be beautiful things. Heat. Heat. FY could change and maybe There are options. They could take a different shape. I might not survive the change. They could have survived the change. Always survive. Stay the same. One prison in my eyes. My voice only does see. I’m a stranger to the sight. It doesn’t even move me. I’m to keep pushing. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t. Oh, to work fast. I hardly mind changes in my hand. Money changes in my head. This in my hand. Money changes in my hand. I want things to be beautiful. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat up here. Heat Heat. Heat. Take your hand. Take your hand. She never Take it as you take it as you get better. Jack. Yeah. Heat. Heat. So honey Heat. Heat. Heat. Heat. I don’t know.
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