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Our love is gunpowder.

rained before, was hailing. And the head shakes, ideas on ideas no end to slam against each other in a deadly crash. I thought about how many of those things have changed within a month, how great is the fear that I carry around, stuck a stamp on the back that never goes away.
Now the sun came out, and everything has subsided magically, every bad thought, every feeling bad. Everything disappeared in a flash.
I think what makes me feel good to him, just thinking. I think how much I love being hugged him, the night before returning home to increasingly absurd times. I think really from that May 18 has got everything another course. There are two of us now. And I do not know if there is still that group we were, with others. This was one of my fears, related to him, the loss of serenity in this wonderful group that we were day after day, that collective support who knew me, when there was no need. Who knows.
Then I thought I really hope arrivals in August, as soon as possible. Why the exams, finally, they are gone. And because we'll be there in London together. Two dreams in one.
Meanwhile, at home it's all a bit 'a happy girls, I knew that the death of her grandmother would have awakened old resentments and hostilities stupid. Here all pushing to grab more, eat whatever we find, like vultures on a body still warm, still alive . And to me this does not make me want to scream it until you feel ill, vomiting and discourses on talk that I would not be understood by those who should. So let them talk, which is slowly throats, they play as they wish with our lives, so that they know them what pain of losing someone. Strillino I leave, I have my serenity now. I have my sun. ©
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