butter in the middle of going through brokers intertwined mazes and obstacles as steps to walk, I think it was only yesterday when he broke the mirror ....
The fearlessness of my ideas now sleeps all day, now I wonder if they realize the reality or just envy me that peace of mind in which I am not allowed to enter. My fault
stand under an apple tree when the idiots are devilishly ripe apples and I wanted to read The Little Prince. Hate
do chuchu chuchu train as hard because they do not cover my ears and never had to buy Beetle horn, I gradually got used to not being heard, but to see the mirror as my guardian angel.
The walls and roof over batting guard followed my days to be ex officio, at the time it reaches the coconut and the closet monster celebrates with sleeping under my bed, I never have cared that the half-wet, while half crying, total, I did not make noise. I hate that I take the capsules and make boo in my stomach, I hate you fear so much.
Today the mirror is stuck alone and hung on the side of the tub where the water is prohibited, lest that by "accidentally" fall and sirens do not leave me out. I saw myself as if I know, with those dark glasses to not see more than I would like to know, I realized that my body with big dark glasses is simply accurate.
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