I want the river of my eyes and my chest as a source, as a whole. I want. PESN
she could solve all my doubts. she was so clever that I even think that certainly knew everything that I admired, it was even conscious of not being as smart as I thought. but still acted to rise to the occasion. fulfilling its role of wise old woman of twenty years, a heavy smoker, psychology of the homeless in his spare time.
I wanted to run. inside my chest. fight against everything and everyone. wanted to explain to him that which he sensed buried under all my layers of costume adult. habalr wanted kicking and mourn. mourn with anger against the cloud that enveloped astia day. I knewmy memory theories increasingly confirmed. was lazy and doing nothing. day after day, while the mind collected awards for kindness and balance. lies all lies. these landscapes around I kept on running. running running up margins grating edges of my space. "I do not want to control my emotions," he said between howls. and the patient told me with his calm voice of former child model everything had heard. and yet to hear one more time I calmed down. and I thought of that house in ruins we saw every day on my way home, between tantrums and tantrum for not wanting to go to ea colegio.no nobody liked me go. and in between all that tantrum that lasted twenty-minute drive to shut up I only pgrill right in front of the remains of house walls. I was fascinated, while mariluz pulled my arm. "Laura come another day we are late." I like Love of Lesbian. I just want to go on erasmus to live the life you always wanted. and stay there. Dad agrees. and I run today, hoping to reach Mary. and waiting for everyone out of their lethargy and those scenes of the old photos and get drunk again to surround ourselves with colored lights everywhere.
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