On the Day We Broke Up, I Took a Video of Her

Broke up. She fucked me. I spit. She cried. I didn't cry. I pretended. The system is here. Fifty thousand yuan. Find me with flowers. I don't love anymore. What is love. Can it be eaten? Cannot. But money can. Spend money. Rebate. Fifty times. Distraught? It doesn't matter. Anyway, my heart is dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Electric cars are still there. It was very windy. I ride an eDonkey. But I have a system now. Do you understand? You don't understand. You don't understand at all. I have been practicing this phlegm for three years. Precision guidance. Hit the bridge of the nose. She dances. I turned around. Don't look back. Hongta Mountain. Five dollars and a half. The cheapest kind. Because all the money was spent on her. No more now. Give flowers. To all beauties. Just spend money. . . Are you afraid? I'm not afraid. . Not the Holy Mother. Dark heart. . Click to collect. Quick. Don't make me beg you.