I find utterly charming and strong people who have the guts to reveal their inner world and to open the soul, speaking for their torture and keep them awake at night (I forget, since when I have to sleep). I for example am over-sensitive and we seem to me at all. And let me tell you sour and let's become caustic continuously, the moment you see abused animal or man who needs help will catch cry like a baby child and this is purely spontaneous reaction. But once live drama, I turn left and right looking eyes that saw and I would be ashamed to flee. Sikwthika well in the morning, I looked at the mirror and I felt good about what I am. I took a deep breath, full of life, I accepted myself, nice, strabatoy and aschima. And there I hesitated to say, the ones that scare me, what lives, ones that make my legs to bend. Only I can give someone space to exploit my soul. Furthermore, the power comes from within. My strength I am I. With you, I see lifeAs an unceasing celebrationBut where should I look for you?When I miss you?The heart is not enoughI want a body and kisses tooI want you to not desert me in the impossible situationsWhere can I find you?
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