I got carried away, not fight against the tide.
I dove, I stopped breathing. Current took me like Shrimp vile asleep.
And it was great.
Stop thinking and feeling, feeling until my skin hurt.
A walk to five degrees. Revive skin. Rejuvenates the mind. After the minutes of hate and revenge, came peace and understanding.
Everything happens, even as we retain the time, even though it hurts in the bowels the past, the truth is that no case .
a break.
Good Rolito. Awakening
forever.
But living in the dream troubled and almost apoplectic. It does not matter.
Things can turn around a kite, cease to exist. I can do myself.
not matter.
I lived on the edge. I like risk.
Betting.
to burst.
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