breathless, his heart is drowning in toilets memory drop by drop ... I try to induce lungs to expand ... the cold does not help and covered from the eyebrows I enjoy the warmth of the embrace of my best friend still smells even though he is not ... no matter that the hairdresser has missed the cut, which I started biting my nails, it rains and moisture corrodes my young bones ... I am fighting, for once I run into something without a white flag in his pocket ... and yesterday I had confirmation of my rebirth, "Your friend seems to be a dancer, is quiet and then rages ... hooray I'm back ... I knew that the pace of the Sicilian in me sooner or later he would return to bloom on my feet ... posted in a party with two of my dearest friends is priceless, especially if a Viking you need a mojto and you think: "I am born in the era propio wrong !!!"...
'm going to blow my nose and go to bed ... goodnight all
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