afternoon I sit in a chair and not get up. I'm an unhappy woman
spring.
All I see is under water.
I feel like I had swallowed a piece of stone.
I am a girl who cries in front of a notebook.
That's it.
An episode in the life of some people.
could disappear and would not matter much. Eventually
not mind so much.
But for me, is the first time around.
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