know that only love can heal the wounds of love. but it is reasonable to suspect that the theory of the nail and fall-back form the mask and the root of a relationship fresh and young. 've Seen places, movements, sensations, speculations and fears have already been tested that have recurred as impossibly renewed but new.
me awake but still dream. I feel swollen lips. my routine consists of problems and now that there appears to be, problematizing their absence. feelings forced sad recycled, autoconvincimenti trivial. finally there's nothing here like that.
is not the medicine to an old evil, rather than the bright color to a faded picture. the difference is remarkable, if you think about it. the infinite small that I do live finds its uniqueness in being timeless. I do not remember anything, I do not remember anyone. seems to only answer questions that I never managed to ask.
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