It seems the thrill is gone. Damned daily load....
Every little casual stuff rottens gently the soundest feel, no matter how deep on your guts it was at birth.
Like a dessert heat wave on a winter night, warms at first, dries at last.
At last. Confort kills madness.
Do you dare to keep it alive?
The answer is always yes, the facts say......the fear, again.
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