I didn't hesitate to express my feelings and weaknesses, but sometimes, because I didn't dare, I wore a mask, even slippery, and then I had a lot of fight with myself.
Sometimes I like the way my son looks, but I like to use my right to be absurd and childish.
I tried to learn to love my wounds and scratches by trying to re-grow the girl who was not growing up inside of me while I had wounds as well as everyone else.
One day before I went into an eloquent discussion that I was going to be nervous, I had to breathe myself for ten minutes in order to calm myself, to be able to regulate the rhythm of my heart that was swiftly throwing my heart.
When I came by, I looked like a pig when I said I love you but I didn't come.
Let me tell you all that I know that I, like everyone else, understand that I am like me, and walk alone on the path I want, I want to walk with the comfort of being crowded.
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