So many thoughts cross my mind ... and over me. It's something I can not help when even hurt me. That kind of thinking opened my feelings in a kind of roots sprouting from the depths of my being.
That feeling is something unique, sad, exhausting ...
To think that people feel at the other side of the world is like autodestruirte and a kind of liberated edorfinas make off of this here.
'm the only one who can not understand ... even when I say I know more than anyone else, not you, my feelings are shared anything complicated I can assure you, not even as classified or want to name them.
The months of a year ago are present
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