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All for the despicable me
Category: Writing and Poetry
I remember that old days where the light was to enjoy and not only for lightning. Light was a holy gift that made me come to adoration, but what an intervention, now the less focus is in the focus. Now I am the light, I am the sun, I am the spotlight. I'm none of those things, I'm a piece of shit that wants to be adored. My parents are a paying method, my credit card. My secret and only "lover" is... » Continue Reading