do not think I know everything. I do not want to isolate myself. Really. I need dicontatto human. Mucosa with mucosa. I want you here, you, as facevamoprima. Please listen to me. I'm not saying you're wrong. I say that not volevoarrivare here. They were simple, human trials of communication. Provetecniche. And physical. And psychological. Evidence of the cock I stannocreando a mess after another. How much is God 'hard to stay in equilibriocon you. Every day, 'a new trial. If it were not for that cuoreche continues to beat and the tension that pulls over. If it were the emotions solonon sudden as the brawl the other sera.Non would make sense, come on. It would be pointless to talk and then end up having the impression to be away. Ritrovarmidalla and instead look for the wrong. Try to make you understand things and sentirmisbagliato. Piu 'that your opinion, the real fear' that perderti.Per of all the times you've questioned my trust and prove vitaera give it to you. For all the times that I 'seemed withheld but was not so'. When things become unbearable urgent remedy. Or to find a solution. Against the strain of modern life, this fucking life ever to run right and destroy everything sinistra.Dimostriamoci that nobody needs. Nessunatrincea. Down with the guns. We dance on the edge. We are masters in this, no?
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