One day, a friend of mine, said I would give him a secret. "I do not know anyone other than my psychosis, I could not tell anyone. I already told him in the hypnosis, I was drowning when I stood."
I don't know how I could survive, despite the weight of the load that I was riding, but someone who came to me at the time saved me. Every moment of this event, I started to create scripts in my head. What was this secret, so deep, what could be so effective?
I was preparing myself against the most terrible odds and I was also calculating how I would react to what was going to happen. And finally, the moment has come. The great secret was transmitted to me. I listened and listened. I buried all of my scenarios and accounts in my silence. It was a common love puzzle.
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