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Hope in a straw

My business is my business, There’s no way to twist it, I am guilty and charged, I need to enlarge my feeling of being in charge, I want to create something, I want to love somebody, Like I’ve never been loved, I look for you in fear of me being shut up, I don’t want… Continue reading Hope in a straw