Late at night, to the mental fatigue of thinking "tomorrow I must get up at 6" talking, thinking, to the edge of masochism with some strange entity ...
if I write I'm not angry, excited, frustrated, confused, happy ... but relief that serves ...
am perhaps a whim of someone?, I am very fickle when choosing what with whom and where?, Do not know!
either way, I hate this feeling of being imprisoned ... think that time and time again I've searched all by myself ... pepitoo silly:)
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