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Nah.

Indeed, some nights I sleep little.
And some nights I play. O
other nights I think of something else.
Find me a theme that makes sense.
short, it is possible that for three nights in a row I have not slept for: guilt, companionship and love. Eccheccazzo, this must not be a ball that awakes when it suits him. I can also imagine that it is true that God does not play data and, with this stuff that I run through my head, I have confirmation. How far a person can be affected by various factors put together? And then, how long it takes to confuse people's heads, to a shift in ideas? A BACK! And make sure that everything runs well. What a fucking remember, you can upset the brain? Maybe you stayed completely eaten up with the thought that you, an individual, can live the good life hibernating.
Referring to Jovanotti ... I want to take your madness and make it mine. And I want you just take my delirium to prove it. But only briefly, just long enough to understand what turns me in the head. In my opinion, everyone should at least share a delusion, at least for a comparison. Also because you, when you ask "how are you" the answer will be "good" or "bad", but actually do not know what you mean by good or evil, can be a different interpretation of delirium.
What does the madness with the guilt? O with love. But even with the company.
Got a factor. More than you can imagine. And I like writing these madcap. But I'm not mad.

Excuse the outburst, but could not take it anymore.

Ps. Cupid's arrows next time store them in the ass;)

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[# 13] The cake

Title: The cake
Cliché: # 13, Parents for case (scale)
Fandom: Pairing
Inception: Eames / Arthur
Rating: PG13
Warnings: slash , preInception! fic, fluff
Chapters: oneshot
Words: 1657 (fiumidiparole)
Beta : phoenix_bellamy
Disclaimer: The genius here is Nolan, the film as well, Arthur & Eames instead belong to a another!
Note: I had to continue climbing the tower, somehow, no?

The pastry

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Now you explore. Just give me anesthetic

The fact is that now I go on a diet of bread and memories. I can not live with this weight on my back. In two days I saw myself spending all that has happened in a short time and frankly it worries me somewhat. Then, to be honest, is not that happened to me crabs in this period, however, is the thought of seeing everything that does not make me sleep, that makes me cry and makes me want to spend it all. I have not even the old blog, I just pieces of paper here next to me that re-evaluates them make me laugh. Not if you change two years, not two years if lifestyle changes, not by chance in two years make a difference. And now, perhaps I could figure out who has become important to me, who I want next to me and with whom I share my passions.
love is a verb importantly, how I love you and want to give a some weight to these things. I'm self-harm but not That's the problem. The problem is that I want, is not with me.
Adios.