Dear future me,
I was writing more than usual today and had uncommon thoughts coming to me like running horses. I was not especially happy but just full of emotions, I had plans for the future...
ну привеет ты разобралась с чуствовами ?что подарили?
Just a poem with potential for rejuvenation:
You start dying slowly – By Pablo Neruda
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds...
I will destroy myself. I will be friends with Shehnur. I will play the new game \'Kill yourself\'. I will marry Shefko with Aneta. I will become the president of the USA. I will watch \'The walking...
В своей не далекой юности я не верила что мои мечты могут исполниться,пока одна из них не порадовала...



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