Villainess's Sweet Everyday

The darkness cut out by the lights rocks the crust and wind as a distant cause. The screams of the trees stick and echo deep in my heart. Scratch the bike and proceed. I wonder if there's a lake. What do you think? The shaking of the trees shows some flavor of loneliness and loneliness. Dark road. No lights. Only the lights rip the darkness apart like cutters. Ragged. Earthquake. If you say it in devised problem advocacy, it's about what this world is. Get up from your bike and start standing up. Let him try to score a goal even if he is mean. It will be easy, but it will be difficult, but will it lose?