Blue height dead.

2014. Even if it's not real, I have plenty of friends in the virtual world. I love each one very much, I am very attached to each one. Everything is very beautiful. Even when I have sorrowful moments, my soul does not get hurt. 2015. No friends. There are no old friends. Because there is someone I love and that guy is very tired. All my friends are jealous of me. I just said "goodbye" to all my friends for that. I love him, my eyes, my soul, and all my feelings love him. 2016. We are still in love. But there is something. He's trying not to change me anymore. Actually, he loved me, not just me, but his mind. But I'm never tired. Because I have love. I'm full of love. I'm still trying. 2017. I have no friends, no love, no one. The piles I've eaten from the people I met in the gaps were dug up. I'm tired. I hate my back knives. Not all facts are helping to swim in a disgusting way. And that's all it is. You're afraid of love. You still ...

"I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes; the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies."

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