i want to die, maybe, some day it comes to me and only kill me, maybe it will put me in a crash car, maybe i'll crazy and jump for a big building, or maybe i die sleeping, dreaming with my husband, boyfriend, or lover... it's the same no???
i'm stress, i have a lot of stress, and the only thing i can do for it is to write, yes, it's the reason for i'm here, well i have to do more things so good bye
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y vos fuiste la que me dijo que todo pasaba?
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