Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

As a pathetic creature caught in a prison of three lined up to cut the wind, a day that transcended the time interval, it ends in a void of tasteless dry thoughts, as if this vagina could not be somehow crushed, or exhausted as far as thoughts go, and the memory of previous life is also mixed up to look for decision-makers, but with very little answers, etc., and how to bury the difference between reality and fiction, oh, I had to hurry, my legs were stopped, I was about to drown in this world occupied by pictorial emptiness, or the mood of fish raised from the sea, something truthful.