maandag 28 mei 2012

This weather ruins my face ,

with these dimple's , I can go for less fat with not this freezing coldth , so every swetpore is a potential mould with the rest , I squeeze and squeeze still they stay painfull , and grow painfull , and hurts my self content on how I look , that one on my nose lies so deep that is disfiguring red hill with still no top on it but pointing on in from the outside as a needle , and than on my shoulder arround three per , wich I hardly can reach , like some circlescabbwounds getting every refill by swet and what I eat , it is never my favorite season , summer , or you got that one special next to you to go complaining about the same as intro for stilling wanting it .


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