Not much to say. Too shy to say what I want to say, too sad. My mind fills up with thoughts but I can't really find the words. The ability to make time move quicker is not allways a gift. Right now I want time to move slow. I want more time now.
What can I say? Everything has been said before, everything is a qliché, a quotation of something someone else have said. I have lot's of qlichés. Lots of them. But they don't really help me.
I'm still falling.
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