Trues tales part 2 (my life) exposed
Fog, that how it addiction feels.
like trying to break through twenty inch dirty pelxy glass.
did not feel the car, did not feel the seat, did not feel.
just the unstoppable urge to expose.
expose to innocents, they abour there lives.
book, videos, peep shows, fuel.
My true tale part 2.
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