Barely had time I write a line in the poem about who had for love.
What should I do speak clear language or hide? Best to be honest, I think, like it started with, but can also grow over the years, even if you live out in other circumstances. You learn tell me what to do and not, nothing is stressful for me any more manageable working, but not over it.
I’ve had my relationships to somehow try to lie to myself or forget.
But today, I know that it is not the right approach towards myself or others, no matter what it is or not that is what they do, not something I intend to change.
One can have feelings in different ways for people who you meet I know it, you just have to be able to distinguish who is giving what to think! Life goes on after the slip, but with this you do I never think like that, then we never destroyed their friendship with stress, bad language and power struggles which often occurs as soon as you live under the same roof, love the man who once gave me lessons to be myself, no one else I’ve let come inside the vest in that way. That figure out who he is and their curiosity to get to the name which I will not disclose here or later, it is something that is for the private inside and that one of my fond memories no one else’s