And 'certainly one of the worst enemies would say that is definitely tied with guilt, feeling that shit that makes you drown with your past and the mistakes you made in it. Melancholy is even worse, petty creeps into the image of a place should you be, you'd see in their eyes, you'd get back in love, sweet smile and hook all these dreams with open eyes without realizing that the fucking melancholy virus has already entered in our guts to go up to the brain and believe me, there will combine a real casino. Lovers of our torments do not react the way for free and leave this army of acids that fit into the room between ears and the other, once you put everything upside down, altering our certainties, our priority stramaledettissime dick. Like a fool I stagger to the attic, I have no desire to do a shit, I did not even know what the hell was I to do now, if I were to do something. Fuck you, a fucking mess only for having listened to an old photo, just for you, for a damn second, wanted to be elsewhere cock. my head is a blender without the lid on, my thoughts, my imagination, my feelings crapped on the walls of the attic in any order and confused. We will get another life to rearrange everything. Only for you, for a fucking second thought with the memories of the heart, but ... fuck, even for a fucking second, even if it messed up the attic of my life .. God, how beautiful the eyes of that little girl without a name . A Storyteller
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