a year ago, the first days of my life out of me really hard.It is not easy to breath a little when you're gone, I have to learn to walk alone, not a shared, no one listened to daily daily, I get used to the loneliness.on board as an inanimate corpse, the arrival footsteps, tediousthe mind is always thinking about you. ban had been disturbed sleep, absence of the message of me to wish me good night.1 month, 2 month, 3 month.. up to now the thoughts towards children has never ended, each day each hour it perched off me.
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