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Feb 2020
Don't know how many more times I've to say I'm not okay,
You give me silence... Silence...
And touches, and I don't want touches,
I want ******* words!

You don't stop asking what's wrong
I speak my heart, and then comes silence... Silence...
And the touches... Like, go **** yourself!

I am ******* tired, and in need of meaningful conversations.

I'm fading baby, I'm fading...

...
I'm sorry, this is becoming, more and more like a diary. I want to have a clear head, but it's getting hard. I'm sorry.

12/02/2020 - 9:40am
irsorai
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irsorai  31/F/Portugal
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