We're never ready. I was always asking myself when I would be ready for certain things. To leave the house, to get a job, to gain my independence and also when I would be ready to love. Many questions,

Inside my chest there is a solution to all my problems In recent days I faced different sides of myself. I was happy, sad, bored, screaming and asking for silence, wanting to go to fight, and also inevitably

For some of you who already follow me for some time I would like to say about the idea of posts using the new tag, #steemletters, and make small texts in forms of short stories and chronicles. I had this

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