I slept on my chair in school and as I suddenly awoke I realized my pen was gone. I went out to shout for pen but he was gone, as I am naturally affiliated to pen I wanted to find him again whatever against it. My long path of thinking in my big lightning brain cells and nerve’s - bridges led my to the information that the circumstances must have been that my colleague and mate took it away in his pencil case, existing by the fact that he had fears of raymannd. He fled wide away, and now I sit here, lost pen and every koth I had :(
Why am I here without justice
Why am I here without pen
Why am I here without Kothhuht
What is sense of life without a Sourceengine to judge me
Should I draw sad pictures of a Unger?
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