I am not someone you can rely on 247. But, I try to be. I know every thing must seem perfect. Though, it is not.
No matter what I do. Move, dance, speak, write, type. I try, struggle to be perfect.
Those the words of a friend of mine, who dissapered a long time ago. It is my turn to tell he story.
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