I accept that I love sunrise and sleep little, despite knowing that makes me wrong.
I can not help enjoying the numbness in my shoulders, and feel like breathing is a little difficult, but not stifling, rather cozy, or something.
comes a time when you can not think of anything, or in the evening of the atrde or problems that could aquejarte ... that's when you're happy, albeit in a stupid way.
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