A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.
I'm leaving. Farewell my friend, take the goodbye kisses from me. Remember me, the one in your happiest memory. Get rid the saddest memory that you had with me. I don't have to apologize, because we are surrounded by the cruel people. You get hurt, thats fine. Just get up, and gather back the strength. Goodbye.

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