Calienteh, fréééo, to' eso que tú tieneh!

I'm subconsciously starting to question your ability to love, and I think I know why. Is it all about unrequited shit that comes and goes? Do you really want me to stay? Because I cannot feel constipated any longer... Oh, instead, a river is flowing! Bowel movement I suffer.

You're killing me with all your hustle and bustle. Am I to take fibre? I beg you to let me know =( 'Till that very moment, my lips will be sealed and so my buttocks tied.

P.S.: I fondly remember getting rid of a freckle in my heart.
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