RAINING. HOW CAN I AM NOT REMIND OF MY DREAM ? WHAT IS HE DOING RITE NOW ? IS HE GOOD ? I AM ... WONDERING, SLEEPING IN HIS HUG. THE TEARS ALWAYS CONE LIKE THIS. I CANT WRITE MUCH IN THIS POST. IN MY HEAD EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM.
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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