Everyone will get old and so will those noise of my parents generation die out. You taste the hell fire you doing no matter what you don’t believe God.

Your mother is the same, you will be the same.

And none of this people no matter looking ugly or will get old and wrinkle can even know whom you are, what you are, whom that car crash the hell of someone that you all making my life miserable….to sound a too goooooood to be true continuation of each you how far down the hell your flaggy willing to sunk it.