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evolves as the time ... Until a few weeks ago I was wondering how it was possible that losing my desire to write and jot down my feelings on paper as I always have ever since I learned to write ... I can now give me an answer. I'm not losing, and I just love this overwhelming emotions, conflicts, upsets me preventing me from within to express concepts that might seem logical. but I think that in my present state I could enlarge to reinvent the vanguard of the first 900.
I want to continue to keep a diary noting all those gestures, those words, those breaths that characterize the episodes of my life since he entered , Ma mi conto che quasi dum my infastidisce scriverli only li per consuetudine Percio I have qui ... qui, in di me. che in ogni breathe I turn oramai saw a pensiero รจ che concretizza only if you pose Quando posso mie mani sul suo petto sento
circondata da di essere amore finally, my soffoca, my tappa la bocca, gli occhi my tappa, we orecchie. diventata sono piacevole insensitivity to the rest of mondo.
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