Written in the value that I am preparing to write ten thousand and twenty-nine pages never less in a week just so a man can write me and Austin love story sounds dumb for sure to have another write a story that can bend meanwhile I am all up for chances and prepare for the best. The wash out colors echo around the mirror as I jump through to a dimension that has behaviors so I am well trained and receive constant ability's upgrades like texture applications adventures to which follow with long thoughts that travel through time and space.
I confess that you weren't my type to talk to when now you see where my head space been writing up a book that will be my completion to which my love will have more too him. I spend many days wondering around talking and dramatizing everyone around meanwhile I have friends that you still yet to be like a look. Too me time shows where two meets acre and you reader have found my weakness the rhythm to type. To which you pounder what lesson shall i learn and how to apply the self to find out what map Bri has to what I have to offer. Can you manage to stay around to read this novel?
Time splits and behold your untold form reaches existences like mine leaving the folding time alignments shaping and shifting you to basic experiences. Bri is stuck in a map to which holds her atmosphere and share emotions that many humans appear to have. Do you have emotions like what actions can describe the emotions you carry? Between me and Bri we carry the fundmentals and leave the rest for the rest that are around.
I confess the length of a experence can take on emotions and the mortally of realities can be challenging to be. The story ends here.