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my impatient mind produces fewer songs and more monologues.

i still haven’t decided if i need an epilogue.

more and more i want to dance in one nightgown to the songs of the group «AloeVera».

i gotta have it.

how do you manage to be both bold and fearful at the same time?

however, okay, let’s assume that avoiding intimacy is not a crime.

you ran away from that old cafe and left me with nothing but bittersweet.

and i wrote another message in direct, hoping you will not read.

you said i was still young, but that wasn’t a compliment to me.

i wanted to love you… who would refuse such a gift?

i could learn to play the guitar so i can sing you songs under the window…

i agree, this is weirdo.

maybe i’m bad at rhyming or singing… but this is not so important.

i’m such a fool… i wanted to see you in our family portrait.

so funny! funny and sad… i still gotta have it.

i wrote you a message in direct… why don’t you read it?