E' l'ultimo giorno dell'anno e siamo in macchina e non capiamo se siamo fatti or drunk, usually at night between 30 and 31 I was falling asleep quickly, hoping those forty-eight hours passed away, but not this year. This year I found myself with people that basically want-to-year now, the long drinks, wines carefully chosen, the glasses are always too small. D But I never wanted him yet arrived. And it was beautiful. It was beautiful. It 'beautiful. E 'with me. E 'has always been with me since I know him. I look at him often and wonder how it goes. How strange it will have taken from me. Sometimes I think that both he and the help that C has promised me. D is a promise? D is a help? Q What are you? It is not so simple. I am not so simple, and neither do you. What are you? What are we? What do we want? But it is the last year, and I'm with you, and is the first time I'm with someone. With someone like you. I'm sorry, but you'll never know. I promise something I want to keep. I promise this life together. Sometimes even the future. I promise. I love you. And I'm afraid, but do not know.
Then it is morning now, the effects are going away decadent, go to work and then come back to me and enjoy the beauty of the new glasses you gave me for Christmas. I think I love you, even if we have defaced the liver and neurons intertwined.
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