Waht Happend With Fakku

"or hate me, and just before"

I needed to fuck. Today. And both. I say both. So very much. A changed all that much. Not for you, that is, for us. Everything here. Me. I've changed. Although you see me as dumb. Heavy. All hours of calling. As much as I say it is not. Dude I am, I know. And it's true you know, maybe 're the best. Tambiéne I would be fine without me. So fucking true it hurts. You know nothing. Fuck me more needed than any other! You know that feeling when you have a thousand problems and things on his mind, and you have to meet a thousand and you can not complete with unintentionally miss and need just one thing? Then you know what I mean. We make it easy and let us all this. Or hate me and just before. Sometimes I have to think you do. I repeat myself. After all, many times are you with whom I feel like venting. With my friend you. With the sentimental. He who wants to write and publish a book. With that gift is still my freak. With that yes. Not with whom I meet sometimes. I mean really, I'm afraid. And when I look not find you. I meet another. Not you. I do not pretend to achieve anything. Failure after failure lose hope. I have set several goals, surely you know some of them. After all, there is much we do not know and I would tell you, if you let me.
Att: an aunt coñazo

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