quarta-feira, 24 de agosto de 2011


Sometimes I find it hard to breath. My life is just a mess. You know, no matter which direction I look, I just can't find a way out. Probably you don't understand what I'm saying, in fact, I don't expect you to do. It's just the necessity of writing. I don't even know what I'm trying to tell you, I just want to tell you that I'm here, I'm still here, and I'll be always here. That's all... Or not.

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