YOUR VOICE WERE CALMED ME DOWN. ON THE LINE. HEART WHISPERED ALL THE FEELING. I AM SITTING ON FLOOR RITE ON THE CORNER FROM BED. "MISSING YOU MY DREAM. REALLY ... PLEASE TAKE CARE, BE CAREFUL AND DON'T BE SICK"
I want have something as being my own. If one person, some people or world ignore, neglect, hurt, and break me I will be always have place to heal myself. Writing is homage and sanctuary. It will give me a chance to rest before face the mean world
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