In any summer afternoon, after a little wander around the web, here is what I run:
not [...] I know what to do. I can not talk about this even though I know perfectly well that I should, but I do not think that could understand. I can not look in the mirror, I hate him too much and is sick my fault because he sees that there is something that I should say, but I dare not rivorgergli the word I'm afraid that if I look in your eyes I want to understand more of what he understands. I do not know what I want but at times I wish he were here to stop me from doing what I do but maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's the right thing. I hate having to eat, I hate to cry, but most of all hate what I see and I will not hate me because he is the only person that I have. Sometimes I wish I could do without him, but I wish that there was not because I love him, I really love, but because it represents another person to whom I must account for what they are. I think too much and I can not give them an order, I feel like the black economy. I would love to be able to talk to him and believe him when he says I'm perfect like that but he can not know what's inside me .[...]
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anguish that my Mom.
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