Like all the days of my nostalgia, I am sitting in a corner in the darkness of the room today. I asked you to put your hand on my stomach. For me, not for you, not just for our daughter. Gloomy voice opens, I'm talking scratched and stretched from the day you left that you are no longer my friend and comrade with Hampal. I have a person who has fallen to the ground, but he is still not hot and in pain. I explain to you that my body is getting colder little by little. And the sound of nostalgia comes to your head from nights I say a woman inside me hurts a woman who can not be found for days She has a job and a child, but at night she wanders into my life, to my dreams, to my dreams, she captures my dreams and tramples my loved ones, and puts me under the burden of so much sorrow. Everything went back so that I could say how happy I was to be with you, how happy I was with you I used to show the love I have with my behavior and how stupid enough I was to think that as soon as you read my feelings from my eyes, I was stupid enough that I enjoy saying I love you. I left how little I left for myself for you, you wrap your arms around me, you press my face to your chest, slowly your lips move on my hair, and you smell and kiss me, I am firmly locked between your arms, your face is the distance between your hair and My neck is moving, I believe that everything is a nightmare, peace is here next to you in your prison, your lips are out My hair slipped, touched my eyes, nose, and cheeks, and left a kiss. Your hand came out of my abdomen. You caress the palm of your hand through my breasts and then gently draw a line between my breasts with the tip of your finger, you pass over my navel and finally you stop between my legs. You caress my clitoris with your thumb. My breath is numbered again. My lips are pulsating again. I turn to you. I reach out to embrace the truth. No, it's me, but this time I'll only get a handful of it. You were not there.
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Date: March 15, 2020
