carlie

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  • Jueves 14

    OKTOBER 16, 2010, 3:20 nachmittags

    This text aims not to distort reality;

    that's all going to cost me enormously.

    And says: I set the alarm for the new cell at 10:30 am, hours recently unemployed.

    Hours of''I know that I have nothing to do but I will not afford to sleep until I get tired of it''

    (1st event repressive self ... (parentheses never closed for the eternity of what locks)

    Point I made the chocolate and stayed there until noon doing who knows what, from the bed to the kitchen

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  • Not

    JULI 6, 2010, 12:20 nachmittags

    I still remember those people hitting the walls of my house, MY HOUSE, to see if they were hollow.
    I still remember the kids we were not me or my sisters,rejoing the cute backyard that was to be his.
    I still remember my father when it came to shopping.
    I still remember that bright and terrible''2000''for the holidays we buy to the new millennium.
    I still remember when I do anything.
    I remember.
    While drawing, I remember.
    And always remember.
    That once, that for a damn time.
    I felt I had a place.

    No hometown. NOT.

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  • Re: Emotionalism

    on Emotionalism
    So, 05/30/2010 - 6:27nachmittags — carlie

    beautifull