? Hi! So. I feel bad. The morning is chilly, but it's somewhere far, far away, as if not the senses comes this frost, but from my perception of it. I'm sick because I lost my lover, I lost my life. I'm disgusted by the opportunities you gave me. I will never accept or understand if it is possible to let someone so deep within themselves, a closeness that saturating every thing in the days and nights and at a certain time to put an end to everything. I would never get close if, for a moment, it came to mind that it might fall apart. I left my fingerprints on countless walls, so they erased who I am and now I'm wondering. Only the love I can't pluck from myself reminds me of who I was. I want to pluck it, because it is rejected, it even violates the peace of the other. I want to eradicate it because it makes me feel alive, though through the nuances of pain. But I am there, then, I live our life with things that are around me or events. Maybe I'il always live on behalf of both of us. And I will share my sufferings and successes This love is not unrequited, because I remember it was in both of us. Then he kind of got into me and started teasing you. To give a physical and make love to the person you love... is not just an experience but a supreme balance of senses and reason. To make love with the beloved gives the ultimate delight, but at the same time keep the feeling of purity and morality. How to live otherwise. I don't want to. Let's be better than the two of you. Let the Angels protect you, I will guard every moment, every time we caress and every stone of the body when it was in your hands. You don't want me, but I can't do anything except be yours. Except to live our lives mentally. Bintent.
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So it is written that maybe for prose and literature it fits, in two sections.