a Sunday morning like many others, as always, I would say, while the world around me moves indiscriminately, wildly, it seems not to have a the sense that everything .... around me seems light years away, millions of light years .... and one of my dogs has been missing for a week, and I can barely keep my eyes open for a few hours of sleep that I hold, while everyone seems to have a quiet life ... I, I still me, in spite of everything myself. I worked so hard to get a person to make it capable of seeing beyond my sound barriers, I crossed the insurmountable mountain she said, I am covered in humility, I have sown good as ever, I reached the top, I see beautiful, I see right, I see .... then there's the perfect day and that's where they make a decision, to deal with those who want to take revenge because you're the only one who managed the accounts with those who We try again, come to terms with the fact that however you must feel proud of this and much appreciation to terms with the fact that not reaching the end of the month and you do not feel appropriate ... you do not feel appropriate to this world, not you feel appropriate to you ....... dig deep in seeking an explanation, but you suffer for what, an attitude for a look, I knew that sooner or later I will try again these feelings, I knew that to tie me seriously back to a person would take me to live what I live just punishment to the other .. I do not know! One minute you quit, you stop feeling that latent insecurity, progressive, just a minute after you look and I forget everything, but then there's an episode of fuck it all comes back to mind, could I, who are the ultimate lucubrate, dispense with such an attitude in this situation ... stain ... you fall in contradiction continuously, with yourself, your soul, your heart wants a What, your mind .......... another first saw the unattainable, which now reached lhai want to escape from her, but what is it that clicks inside that leads you to have these feelings ... and yet I I strongly wanted her, now that I'm with her, I judge every behavior even those that I liked before ... am I wrong, or rather failure ... failure in the thoughts, feelings fault, failure in the sensations! I've been away too long, I saw a lot from the sidelines, now that first-person game lot, but it seems that fighting bait always defeated clarify ... not needed, only serves to clarify complicated concepts and branded their beliefs. Think I now live the fairy tale, the hurricane that overwhelms me and upsets came, did not last long, little dick, but what should I do to accept me for what I am, I must run away from myself, be someone they are not, are a of the few who has seen close to hell and came back to life to be able to tell, I've seen lost souls have been lost forever, I saw people who would sell his soul to the devil and I could go back almost everything I socks, almost everything suits me, just call me lucky because usually I get what I want, I knew my thoughts, my soul knew they would be appalled .... and you the only one that year after he dug behind my eyes, shook so hard that my heart lha back to life, but now is bleeding and is an evil dog. My feel good with her lasted a minute, even less than I hoped, optimistic dick ... now I'm not ready to such effects, I wanted a hurricane but did not want the post-hurricane damage, I know there are much more serious problems, but now I know fuck only in her mind, and I hope that you have in mind only me and me is thinking, but I can always mess it up ..... how I wish it was all simple, some would say depends on "you," I do not know I can not to overlook many things I have left an indelible mark in my memory inside of an elephant!
"Now that I no longer have my scooter (vespa 50 special '78) what can I do with a machine"
relief at the end of July, I do not know what you understand, but the vent should be taken and thrown then we'll see, my heart will harden again, bleed do not know, for posterity will judge, someone said, or rather no one will judge so who cares ................ .....................
CIA ....
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