I like the bitter cold of recent days.
I find it real and alive.
you stick on me, but it is sincere.
If you ask me how my life changed last year, I drink a sip of my beer, and then began to speak.
seems secure in his gestures and manner, but gentle, and I do not know where to start. I speak and say
sent a lot of different things, but as I say, it's me I'm trying to bring order and try to understand how it changed my life last year.
are poor in concepts and words, but I'll have a world that screams.
I can not be blamed, if I try to confine an explosion inside a box.
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