written in cold blood
rotting in my grave, dreaming of the day that you are going to scrape my brain pieces of the wall (queen/madam) the RBC in my body no longer carry oxygen t.me/HidenChat_Bot?start=5343659133
rotting in my grave, dreaming of the day that you are going to scrape my brain pieces of the wall (queen/madam) the RBC in my body no longer carry oxygen t.me/HidenChat_Bot?start=5343659133
