hate contains truth. beauty is a facade.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a Bitpermanent living peace is permanent living death.
Play the Piano Drunk Like a Percussion Instrument Until the Fingers Begin to Bleed a BitI love her. I love her. I love her. I love her. And this time, I will never let her go.
Playing for Love at Deep HavenI can be either a good friend or a good Nazi, Emil thought. He knew now that he couldn’t be both.
Playing with MatchesShe played the role of the gracious ex so well, sometimes she even believed her own performance.
Take Off Your MaskIf I had four fingers growing out of my forehead, I wouldn't try to play the piano with my nose.
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