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Feb 2014
Once (or twice if you are lucky) in your life you will get that little electrical reaction between the gap of your ribs. A little exciting kind of pain. Unlike the one you made in your wrist, with rusty old blade you desperately unhook from a sharpener. This pain lasted. In a good way, like your first tattoo or a scar you get from falling from your first bike ride. The happy memories, happy thoughts from a little old healed wound.

I might say, well indeed I believe you didn't believe me at all. But trust me, you will feel it. You might be confused on how someone can light up your whole day in a blink of their eyes. And totally turn it upside down with just an additional 'hello' or 'good morning' but if that hurts you, wait. Just wait until they tell you they love you back and there goes your entire life. Back to zero. Back t that happy memories of actually getting that new scooters you really want. Before the 2 wheels bike brought you down the heel and hurt your knee. Before everything.

Trust me. Trust someone that stay all along. Trust the person who listen and stay quiet. Trust the one that listen and went mad. Trust the one who listen with their heart. You will fall in love before you know you fall. You will love before you know what love is. Because that's how you know. That's how you get hurt and that's how it turns out to matters.

And we move along. Like I've been here along.
If I could, I will be.
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   Dimas Dumas
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