remove 'm afraid, and no one's There.
knock, knock ...
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that Friday while you laugh because I was sleeping and I laughed because you laughed, and finally We slept two, that Friday I told you many things about me. I was afraid that day like today, I could not find answers, like today, and the best I could do is talk to you. You gave me no answers, I did not want answers, but you stand to listen (or maybe I made myself) and finally, quietly, quietly, did not go through your head the idea that I was crazy. A little bad maybe. A little paranoid, a little confusing.
I think you realize how ugly it is, my head hurts, I burn some eyes, I just wanted to let all the questions are about even, reproduced, and each weighs me at the temples. Now I want to know no more, but the typical questions multiply again. Selfishly want to talk, feel vulnerable to someone else I seem overwhelming.
Ok I lie, maybe not that bad, maybe you just want to know if you're asleep or awake. Maybe I do not expect much, 2 days too. Or maybe, maybe, I'm worse than you think, so selfish that does not seem selfish. Actually I always think more of me, but I try to think that I care about you. Indeed, indeed ...
Ok I lie, maybe not that bad, maybe you just want to know if you're asleep or awake. Maybe I do not expect much, 2 days too. Or maybe, maybe, I'm worse than you think, so selfish that does not seem selfish. Actually I always think more of me, but I try to think that I care about you. Indeed, indeed ...
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