sorry had to make my ac all over again but yes yes im redwolf_music and i make music
me: im 16 weight is 200.0 lbs height i 6,3 highest bench press is 280lbs
im stright TAKEN BYhttps://www.audiotool.com/user/mazey-p
im a leo
fav quotes : A LEO NEVER GIVES UP JUST LIKE A LION HUNTING ITS PRAY
LEO MEN ARE ALWAYS 100% IN BED
hobbies: AIRSOFT BBOOIIII, shooting,gaming and the gym
50th follower: hurakan
70th follower @toxiclover
90TH FOLLOWER:
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OWNER OF CRITICAL SOUND
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@♩Mazey-P ♩
:SHES MINE <3
sorry had to make my ac all over again but yes yes im redwolf_music and i make music
me: im 16 weight is 200.0 lbs height i 6,3 highest bench press is 280lbs
im stright TAKEN BYhttps://www.audiotool.com/user/mazey-p
im a leo
fav quotes : A LEO NEVER GIVES UP JUST LIKE A LION HUNTING ITS PRAY
LEO MEN ARE ALWAYS 100% IN BED
hobbies: AIRSOFT BBOOIIII, shooting,gaming and the gym
50th follower: hurakan
70th follower @toxiclover
90TH FOLLOWER: @iz
OWNER OF CRITICAL SOUND
my soundation : (link is only visible to registered users)
@♩Mazey-P ♩ :SHES MINE <3
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has anyone here heard of a thing called freedom of speech?
i wanna cry but idk if thats how i feel rn
@Everyone i never thought id be saying this but im bored
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Super R Beat Battle (Part 2) Reset, lets go!!
hi
hello
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@Everyone 6 MORE TILL 100 ! TY ALL
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what happens
hi
u still workin?
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.