Twenty boats gave my heart over the water before sinking in the depths and darkness of existence. So I thought it was a good time to take stock. But I could not sink more than to see those three weeks were nothing if I noticed that last day.
At that point, I just knew that some things are better them away. I deleted the accounts, the paper folded three times and put it in a drawer. Did not want to throw it away, but neither could, but would keep pairnd the explanation under each stone, each fish asking if you've seen my lost corazóny, ultimately, dying for you.
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