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  • PLEASE PAY ATTTENTION

    Before making complaint with a prefix for curator of the project please read these rules.
    1. Make complaint only in case if you already posted for high admins and they did not help you.
    2. Complaints for curator of the project ONLY for management level complaints. You can't appeal your warning or 7 days ban. You can appeal only permanent or long-term bans.

    Thank you for attention! (c) Mazhor Pluxury
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96394
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love Mike
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ALEX ODD
Date
May 5, 2023
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爱华靡

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The adornments of the world are the basis of pain, and the seeker of the world is the sympathy of remorse, so let all the mind be concerned about it, for all that is in it is misery and delusion. , I feel that I feel that there are many things in my life, I feel that I feel that I feel it, because I only want to live its details; Get more done. Regret, we regret my past, or we regret what we have given them, what is the answer? We try to scatter the past, brush it before our eyes, to put our hands on our hands, people like them, I don't like possession, I don't like betrayal, we licens ourselves, or do you find those who licens themselves and humiliate them, to hide behind treason, or what? Dozens and hundreds of “what” revolve around our thoughts, and is the word sorry for them enough, or are we sorry for ourselves? Yes, we feel sorry for ourselves, we spent time outside our will, we made our love and feelings in obese people, so that the dust of time passes over them without referring to the word sorry for them, and the word sorry for them may be few, and do we learn from regret so that we do not fall into a second regret? We may go through the stations of time, and keep waiting for hours and seconds to pass, counting our days, passing in front of us, everything withers, except for that love that shook my being, uprooting me like a hurricane, and throwing me again, and I keep waiting for you to pass through my dreams, crushing me, hurting me, destroying me, until I became a remnant Without time, what sin have I committed? the crime
Thank you Mazhur
I love the server very much He takes one last chance.
what i miss you bro please
 
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