they say its good

back to my recipe problem. or hassle. or trouble. or. anything.
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they didnt say it was bad. it just got cracked and crooked from its real path that its supposed to look smooth on its top surface with a good looking filling stuffed in the middle of two meringue. But i failed to make it look nice like one searched on Google engine. When I watched someone at my age being fabulous or being treated fabolously or just got blended into the fabolous group or anything it could be how i would feel my life was alternatively being hit by such that night insects krik krik.

How am I ought to explain even to my own self, when I didnt know what was exactly done by me. What the heck I am to be. I am insane. sometimes arent diligent it wasnt sometimes it is an ALWAYS . Hey Gargamel, do you know that we arent to be running like you, chasing after the blue creatures? Yes, but I adore your ambition. I remain in my problem gratefulness. Someone is being shot by paparazzi over fabulousness but you know, there are some up there or down there i definitely do not know how the direction and the magnitude of earth works correctly in my sleepyhead are not as lucky as you are or even myself. They starved, they even jumped down to a danger when they literally need food to survive. Why arent we grateful yet?

dudes. enjoy the view here. Goodnight and Ahlan Wassahlan ya Ramadhan :)