It did not want to begin to have the things, to begin to dream coon horizons already drawn up, but I have last not had the spirits to follow. I remain nailed in my own torments. My own words play the luck. It could more be something, but my head repeats thousand times to me no that nothing are. I see around, I see my life pass at a single moment, talves reflections that become attached my soul to a hope without conditions. sometimes I have thought that I am an error, I remain with the sensation of not having the clear things
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You're never ever ever an error; please, don't say that again. You're a choice... the right choice.
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