Le but n'est pas de raconter ma vie. Juste de transformer les heures qui passent, de faire du vide quelquechose en plus. Une matière.
Par random-thoughts
She says all kind of things, like I'm paranoid. She doesn't understand that ... She doesn't understand that in the end, I'm all alone.
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