I wish I could have all here with me.
I wish I could embrace my friends and tell them that I stumbled and I need a hand.
And instead continue to behave as I learned to smile and I keep all my arguments for when I am alone in the bathroom.
But I feel that we are running out, I feel that "she" is tired, soon moller stroke. Or maybe I feel that "she" is almost healed and no longer have to get hurt or die.
I can feel the sun on your skin, and how if I feel it.
And so I close my eyes and I follow his heat.
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