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Если вам интересно, то примите, пожалуйста, мою заявку в друзья, и я вас приглашу
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(¸,·´ (¸*.𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓶𝓪𝓼
🟦🟦🟦⬛⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛⬛🟦🟦🟦
🟦🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛🟦🟦
🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛🟦
🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛🟦
⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬜⬜⬛⬛🟨⬛⬜⬜⬛⬛🟨⬛
⬛🟨⬛⬜⬛⬛⬛🟨⬛⬜⬛⬛⬛🟨⬛
⬛🟨🟨⬛⬛⬛🟨🟨🟨⬛⬛⬛🟨🟨⬛
⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛
🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛🟨🟨⬛🟦
🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛⬛⬛⬛🟨🟨🟨⬛🟦
🟦🟦⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛🟦🟦
🟦🟦🟦⬛⬛🟨🟨🟨🟨🟨⬛⬛🟦🟦🟦
🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛🟦🟦🟦🟦🟦
A curse that haunts and never sleeps, a fate that no one should bequeath.
The Green Flu, a rabies-like disease, that turns once human lives to seize,
A state of constant rage and pain, where others' monsters they remain.
Their rest is brief, their sleep is gone, and in their minds, a battle's begun.
To infect, to kill, to spread the curse, a drive that only death can disperse.
Their wounds so deep, their bodies so weak, yet still they fight and never retreat.
Their intestines spill, their stomachs split, and still they move, refusing to quit.
Their existence is one of pure suffering, a life no longer worth any hoping.
So do them a favor, end their strife, and aim for the head, take away their life.
For in death, they may finally find, a peace for their souls, and peace of mind.
I don't know who it was, but I hope I don't find out who. why only mark his grave
THATS WAS NOT ME :(
AHHHHHHHHHH!
1 swamp fever starting around in the daytime afternoon and as you reach to the finale at night
2 no mercy starting around at dawn and as you reach the finale at daytime
3 dead air starting around in the morning and as you reach the finale at early evening
Я бы кончил от оргазма, если бы такой был, хотя бы на одну игру.